Both these stuffed in the capsules,
sometimes Collected in the not cracking bottles,
Refrigerated in the mind to keep the freshness,
not labelled with due date, but with infinite,
The accumulated anger and frustration
Whenever distributed in retaliation,
in the form of capsules and tonics,
To prescribe someone in future to rebel.
How one suffers if they are cornered to be fed,
With their mouth not gagged but the limbs tied,
let them not feel what we have felt,
Take those capsules and tonics to discard,
in the oceans of understanding and tolerance,
let them not feel what we have felt,
It may hurt them a lot as we have suffered,
Let them be free at our mercy of godly character.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when people are asked to forgive those who have offended them, it is totally hard for them to do so, as our human nature remember each and every moment of such occurring. in such a scenario, someone chooses not to inflict the cyclic karmic effect, is really godly character, which I have tried to portray here, though the hands of karma or evolutionary matters are chasing us generation after generation..