Standing in the realms of darkness,
He was tracing the flames of brightness.
He did know then his legs were fettered,
Hands were chained
And the mouth was choked.
He was then in the confinement of death
And it was nothing but the anonymity of faith
Where the erroneous belief was the traditionalists’ mother
And Manu, the father:
Their fusion flashed out the spurious religious books together
And enslaved him for centuries together...
Where he was tracing the atoms of brightness
When he was trapped in the rays of darkness.
His legs were hacked,
Hands were slashed
And the tongue was cut off
But even then, his eyes were galloping for the rays of sun
When the sun was millions of miles away from the realms of darkness….