Killing Is No Answer Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Let the bud blossom into a flower.
See it, love it, and destroy it not
Even if you think
Your own childhood was ruined
And when you were a bud
You were trampled on.
Today's child didn't shape your past
They didn't have a hand in your ruin.
The ones that took away it
Are long gone into retreat
And the ones before you,
The flowering innocence,
Give them a chance
Love them even if you were denied it.
Your gun can't rebuild your life
It has no answer to your problem
So instead of its nozzle blazing
Give the child a chance
Give yourself a chance
To blossom and build from the ruin.