Kallol Dasgupta- Magical Musician

marching beyond   - kallol dasgupta

till the time i hit the ground reality it was mid 50s

apparently there was an air of happiness with newly acquired “swaahinataa”

it was just eight years

to be precise

seven years and five months older than me

jawaharlal nehru proclaimed to abolish disparity of all kinds……..

an awara can fall in love with a high society rita

the young and the new (india) were coming up

it was an “awara” raaj

but

dreams vanished with the recession of 60s

thousands were jobless

rupee and hope got devaluated

it was the time to revolt

young India came out of schools collages and universities on the roads

from behind the barricades the maos the ches the fidels the ho-chi-mins were fighting against the state

with bombs pipe guns and dreams……

the dream of abolishing all disparities

the defeat of early 70s

saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
saw a white ladder all covered with water
saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

and we were drenched to our bones – it was a hard rain

the spark that promised to blaze its way to the flame was blown away to an unknown world of abandoned pledges

we were carrying the butchered bodies of our friends and dreams

the claustrophobia was in the air

we were breathing death and humiliation

it was a long journey

i saw beliefs rattling down the berlin wall

it was a fire-bath and souls got purified

but but but…………… the dream is still alive

that’s what beyond hattamela means to me………….

some day all of us

the friends and the foes the known and the unknowns the loved and the left-outs

will march across the river and reach beyond………………….

imagine no possessions 

i wonder if you can
no need for greed or hunger
a brotherhood of man
imagine all the people
sharing all the world