Winds Of Fire Poem by Sreeram Vasudevan

We the people, the potters of the globe,
in a position to achieve accolades,
harm ne'er we inflict upon any,
But the ignominy that we bear, are many!
Not just that its a novel episode,
That our dignity being put, to erode, ,
Oh the kins of the pretentious civilization's fervor,
A warning that I pose for your misdemeanor,
We may seem calm, always resilient,
but in none's notion, we may turn turbulent,
The wind may turn gale,
and leave the wrongdoer's state, in pale..
Let us be winds of harmony,
striving for the good of many,
Else we shall appear in our 'Knight's' attire,
And show you us, The winds of fire! !