Naukar - نوکر



Whose skin are you trying to save when you remove your own name from the ashes that brought you here

Sweat has lost its sanctity by filtering out from your blood
and crawling down the wrinkles in your hands that have germs even the strongest sanitizer - in action and scent - cannot clear.

You reek of air locked in a room that's touched dust that shone in someone else's moon, and that person was smart enough to take it away from you.

The threads of your pillowcover can only hang on like the threads your muscles are hanging on to - 
Idyl in their beliefs, because an Idle is all they see
who idolizes perfection over mediocrity.

As if mediocrity breathed, is mediocrity weaved -
and the breath of the ones below is ceased -
into every proton that spins around it's orbit.
Some break free, some don't. Some remain in the light. Some become it.
Whose motive is to be believed?

پر نوکری پھر بھی نہیں کرنی
کیوں کہ کسی کا نوکر بننا اچھی بات نہیں

Every red blood cell that brings energy to your muscles as you work to make a life will thank you for having given it a clean slate to exist as it dies in the four months in your body it streams.
Ego can only leave them beat, and every place you go with your head in the clouds you conjure out of nothingness,
your heart, mind, body and eyes, each other they will deceive.

پر نوکر بننابھی تو بری بات نہیں۔۔۔

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This poem comes from a place of self-entitlement that exists in my generation, specially in Pakistan. I see young graduates dreaming too big and not doing even the slightest amount of work - physical and emotional - to get to the point where their dreams can start to come true. Life is all about the hustle, and I don't get our society's general aversion to working for others. We will have maids and cleaners to our laundry and clean our toilets and them whine about how our lives are not aligned with the ones in our heads. How many of us have actually ever cleaned our own toilets? Ha, we don't even flush public toilets and leave a mess for others to deal with, how can we ever self actualize if we don't work and start small? The word نوکری has been on my thoughts lately. It is derived from the word نوکر, which literally means a servant, someone who works for someone else.

How can we serve anyone if the only thing that we're focused on serving is our ego. I think a lot of our objections for a certain job or job offer stem from the fact that we were brought up to believe the world revolves around us, and this type of thinking keeps us from even venturing out into the world.

So no, there is nothing wrong is doing a نوکری and being someone's نوکر.
کیوں کہ آپ تو ویسے بھی اپنی انا کے نوکر ہیں۔
And where's the individuality in that?

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