Belated wishes my dear Mahatma
Yesterday was your birthday
I every day see you, you know
Yes, while counting Rupee notes
All remember you yearly once
But, I forgot you just one day
Though I did serious shopping
I saw you not in notes strangely
Gandhian way is never Indian way
In many notes you get cuts and oil
And forged notes also circulate
Forgery and you side by side exist
You preached that truth must be told
That is why I very frankly confess
Today my bank will as usual function
I will see you thousand times surely
Mechanization has now emerged
So many never at all look at you
So that remedy is also sealed
O- Gandhi- Going bad are all we.
Categories:
gandhian, celebrity, freedom, january, truth,
Form: Blank verse
Much of violence or himsa comes from self-hurt:
The first step in the algorithm of himsa is:
So-and-so hurt me, or I feel hurt.
So I must, in turn, hurt whomsoever.
Let’s ponder this Gandhian Paradox:
Nobody can hurt me without my permission.
Thus, himsa is mostly of psychic origin,
Which people tend to forget at the critical moment.
Harm starts inside and eventually takes over the self
And spreads fast: there’s nothing like the pleasure of getting even.
Sometimes it may even be a false alarm,
Which can go viral in these days of social media.
The murderer’s motivation: Come what may—now or never!
Another genetic factor of violence:
We are worried about people going to hell—
Because they have taken a spiritual road not taken.
But do we do anything about people
Who have taken the same road as ours,
And still, are living in hell—
For want of food and shelter and protection?
Can people be slaughtered in the name of ideology?
Doesn’t it take all sorts to make a world?
In the circumstances and as recommended by Forster,
The keyword is—Tolerance!
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Categories:
gandhian, violence, wisdom,
Form: Free verse