8) Wash Away


Peace or violence, with humans you never know,

When love will sprout or when seeds of hatred will be sown,

When in humanity & compassion people may find satiety,

Or when the lust to kill will choke up all their pity.

 

The bitterness in the human heart is like a patch of rust,

More the time you provide for it to go but spread all over it must,

For all the time inadvertently it is exposed & encouraged by all,

Till it begins to loom bigger than the source which started it all.

 

Peace, harmony & brotherhood prevail in times of trouble,

Which in the company of like men seems to disappear like a bubble,

It is true that in times of need often united they stand,

And peace regales on this Earth as the people live hand in hand.

 

But at times mad violence destructs this harmony & peace,

Fear & terror of its outcome each person’s face does it kiss,

Someplace this hatred reaps for someplace it had been sown,

And try as you might it never seems destructed however often it is stoned.

 

But sometimes love overcomes this hatred sown so long,

And love itself sways the people with its lovely song,

And acts of love are done worldwide to make other humans aware,

That love alone may be able to remove all traces of hatred.

 

Humanity & compassion exist in traces forever,

But it needs a huge catastrophe to make its presence felt all over,

And then unbelievable acts of humanity & kindness are done,

By risking one’s own life to save that of a fellow human.

 

However merciless killing sometimes throws away this compassion,

When over petty matters are evoked unnecessary flood of emotions,

When sentiments are hurt over religion, creed & caste,

Their intensity provokes acts that threaten to drain away humanity at last.

 

All this is nothing but the result of a turbulence of emotions,

That creates a cyclone in human heart with vigor & aggression,

Come rain, come storm; keep only love, humanity, peace, compassion & kindness,

& wash away if you can from this human heart all hatred, violence, enemity & bitterness…

 

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