2.
A few years later, I decided to
go see the tree again. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to ask for any answers
from it but I also believed that it was the only living thing that will not
frown upon my questions. A part of me also started to doubt if the tree ever
even existed. I wondered if the whole incident I remembered was just a dream or
an illusion.
There it was. It did exist. That
night did happen.
I let out a sigh of relief as I
saw its canopy towering above the trees around it. As I got closer I realized
that there was someone sitting under it. The man was old but not as old as the
village elder. He also had a stick in his hand but it did not look like
something he beats people who don’t listen to him with.
He was singing. Upon closer
inspection I found out that this man was totally blind. I asked him if I could
sit down next to him. He stopped singing and asked what a young man like me was
doing wandering in a place like this. As an owner of a voice deep enough to be
mistaken for someone much older than me, I was surprised. He explained that he
could sense a curiosity in me that is not found in people after a certain age.
When I asked him what he was singing about, he told me that he was complaining
about the sky. Taken aback by his answer, I requested him to continue singing
with me as an audience, to which he agreed.
Moments of complaint are a waste
But my eyes bring me this one
strife
I can hear, smell and taste
But there’s one want that runs
rife
To see how the night sky is
placed
I am ready to give my life
Should I thank him or curse him
The man that touched the sky
The reason for this hymn
The reason behind this cry
His views didn’t match peoples’
wills
So he headed towards the path of stars
Went to and through neighboring
hills
Adding verses to this song of
ours
You watched the sky to your
heart’s content
But what about my own intent?
What about my own intent?
Alas this wretched blindness
Didn’t wait before coming by
I was to search with utmost
kindness
For Abram’s beloved secret sky
The moment he finished singing
his song, he got up and started to slowly walk away. He didn’t say a word to
me. He didn’t want to disturb the state of trance he had reached through his
verses. I didn’t say anything either. I just watched him walk in the direction
of the village until he was out of sight. It’s me and the tree again. We looked
at each other for a while and thought about what we should do next.
I needed to leave. I’ll turn into
a bitter old man like the village elder if I stay here. I need to find Abram
and ask him about the swirling sky. I decided to go back to the village, take
two days to secretly prepare for my journey and sneak out as soon as possible.
I did just that and I was on my way on a pleasant summer evening after three
days.
I was to search with utmost
kindness
For Abram’s beloved the secret
sky
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