Raging Poem by Ravi Panamanna
Raging
Raging is an age old tradition,
What means it more than human obsession?
And to the level of molestation
It hath taken life into destruction.
And our children are in tears,
They are like toys into pieces torn.
And the world hath crocodile tears
Leaving the afflicted everything to bear.
The solution is not external,
It is very much internal.
Laws cannot restore peace,
Laws blink before human nature.
Who is our sister, who is our mother?
Where is the call of our natural winds?
The doer hath always a justification,
But mark, the afflicted is in desecration*.
Where is our brotherhood?
Where is the season of perennial spring?
Where is the modern man, his wisdom?
Oh! Is he not still standing in square one?
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Desecration* - Ruins
Raging has no meaning. We may claim that we are only trying to remove the weakmindedness of our friends. Let me ask you - how can you claim that others are weakminded persons and that you are the only person with a strong mind? Such a thought is that of a sadist. This is nothing short of curtailing individual freedom. Let me remind everybody who nurtures the idea - all of us know to take care of ourselves. Everybody is capable of it. Let us not intrude into individual nature and behaviour. We never can make it at par. Variety is always the design of Nature. We have to accept it. If you really wish to show others the right way, show the path of our great seers and never hammer others by your might. Thanks.
Right On Ravi, Be thy self and follow The Road Less Taken. Good Write
The only solution extraneous is to fight all life long and die like a martyr.Nothing else can be done.
Loved your remarks. Have survived being around a few almighty's. The power they feel they have can surly pull you down, It's so sad that they think that's where you've been all the time. A great poem or both sides to read.
I must say that I totally agre with you. You are a very impressive man with a very worthwhile cause at the end of your pen. Your poem speaks wisely. Guided by your care and love for your fellow man and your rage at what he can be inside. I believe man is as he has always been. No more, no less. GW62
Ragging is the manifestation of the wicked and perverted mind to which the beautiful roses fall a victim and wither away!
So well put, Ravi. You have the power to look beyond what the average person sees and into the depth of the heart and soul. Excellent writing. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Qualitative questions that would not quit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 6:21:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a roughness they show to get to know each other..they used to tell us when we were ragged that we are taking out the vengeance what we got we are giving you ...the roughness has made it bad