On the calendar it read Friday, 07 December
2008.
For me however, it was 30 January. Friday, 30
January 1948 to be precise.
I am among the
crowd who have gathered to attend the prayer of Mahatma. I saw the great soul
walking through the garden along with Abha and Manu. A sort of divine aura
seemed to emanate from him.
Then from the crowd, I heard that gun shot.
I stood in shock, staring the evening sky.
The great soul has transcended.
I felt heavy. I couldn’t' move.
Mahatma in his last
procession. I saw him. I saw him lying among the masses, still, peaceful,divine.
As he was taken to the funeral pyre, I gasped among the crowd along the banks
of Jamuna.
In a few moments, at a distance the dark fumes
emerged in the sky.
Lead me from the Unreal to the Real
From Darkness to Light
From Death to Immortality.
The second crucification has just ended.
(Thoughts reading Second Crucification
from the book Freedom at Midnight)
