I know what you are thinking
when you are in coma.
You are in middle of the your field,
You enjoy being here,
even in scorching sun,
This golden color, and the smell of wheat
you feel like heaven...
you see your wife coming to you,
and your two little daughters.
running behind her.
You don't know how happy you are.
you don't want to come out of coma,
you don't want to face the truth,
but you know this for sure subconciously
that you are in jail
away from your home
You can't even meet your family
And people don't even believe
who you are.
You start writing to everyone,
you cry for help,
you beg for justice,
you keep hope from this country,
from your country, from humanity
and all you get is a death penalty
for the crime you don't even know.
No no..you are loosing hopes,
you don't want to see it,
you don't want think about it.
You see your brave sister fighting for you
you see diplomats talking about you
you see media talking about you
you get a mercy petition,
and you meet your family at Wagha border.
It's been a long time
You have seen your daughters
They have grown to become beautiful ladies
you can't stop your tears.
You see your wife,
You can't recognize her,
What happened to her?
She has got so many wrinkles,
lost so much of weight, lost her charm,
it seems she has not eaten since a long time.
And then you meet your sister,
you start crying on her arms
like a little baby.
You can't thank her enough
She put everything she can
to get you back.
you are hallucinating Sarabjit.
You know it Sarabjit,
It doesn't matter
whether you are a spy or a mistaken identity
the fact is you are Indian
and you will pay for it in their soil.
You will be abused
whenever an Indian batsman hits a six
You will be tormented, tortured
whenever India wins -
a war or a cricket match.
And you will be killed
even if a terrorist gets killed in this land here.
You know it, don't you?
You know your fate.
you know what happened to those 54 PoWs,
locked in the darkness for 42 years.
When India was celebrating victory,
on streets and on roads,
with loudspeakers and horns
in All India radio and Doordarshan,
they were getting beaten
with rods and whips.
Haven't seen them,
watching TV and crying
while their wives receiving posthumous award
for heroics and bravery of their husbands -
You met them in the jail,
didn't you Sarabjit ?
you have seen them
getting tormented daily,
getting tortured daily,
and still you are hopeful?
Let's admit the truth
that no one cares.
you can cry as much as you like,
shout as much as you want,
but who is there to listen?
You are awake since a long time
They didn't let you sleep
in that small cellular.
You are very tired,
You are in agonizing pain,
It's the only chance,
Stop thinking now,
Go to deep sleep Sarabjit!
- Rajesh 'Arya'