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This is my humble request
to the bellicose rulers
of the world.
Do you know Ashoka?
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From tiny to very large.
Slow to fast.
Observations taught me a lot
about birds,
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Mother Nature! Oh!
Mother Nature!
Holding your feet,
I beseech you one thing.
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Being a prisoner of
space-time,
breaking the prison
is not possible.
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A dancing squirrel on the branch
of a maple leaf tree.
Through the squirrel and its joyful dance
The beauty of creation could be felt.
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Outside,
darkness envelopes the night sky
which extends infinitely.
The space expands.
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While lying in bed,
the sounds of the rainy night,
the view of the gloomy sky,
touch my heart deep
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The mother bird
stretches its wings.
Wings of darkness.
...
It seems like only yesterday.
but many years passed by
quickly, very quickly
since I left the land of my
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Trees -> Sky Trees!
The boastful human's
pridefulness.
...
looking at the starry night sky,
Beside my dad,
in front of our house,
A sweet childhood memory!
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Falling leaves, chirping birds,
blue skies, trees, lakes, twinkling stars,
humans..
Who wrote the code
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Poem: My Humble Request To The Bellicose Rulers Of The World!
This is my humble request
to the bellicose rulers
of the world.
Do you know Ashoka?
Ashoka the great,
a great Indian emperor
who ruled the country
two thousand years ago.
He, a warmonger
became a great
peacemonger.
He, a warrior
became a great
pacifist.
He fought a bloody
war in Kalinga.
A war of destruction.
A war of
great human tragedy.
Ashoka the great,
a great Indian emperor
witnessed the human
tragedy which he himself
caused.
Witnessing the
war and its effects,
affected him
profoundly;
changed him
forever.
Ashoka, a man of war
became a man of
love; a man of
peace.
Two thosand years ago
a war changed him
into a peace loving
man, a Buddhist.
You Demagogues,
You Hypocrites,
You warmongers,
how many wars
Have you, rulers
of the modern world,
waged
in the name of
peace;
in the name of
language;
in the name of
religion;
in the name of
nationalism.
My humble request
to you, bellicose rulers
of the world, is
this:
When are you
going to learn
a lesson
from the past;
from the story
of Ashoka,
a great Indian emperor,
who ruled the country
two thousand years ago?
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