Keep Away From My Brimming Bowl - Poem by Om Chawla
Keep away from my brimming bowl
Mixed with tears it is burning hot
Beware else you will burn your fingers.
Take a sip at your own peril
for the agony and pain soaked tears
will then run wildly in your veins.
With stirred emotions and regained compassion
you would feel the hurt of human pain;
and discern the difference
between depraved rulers and deprived masses:
humanity denuded of all humaneness
millions driven to destitution;
Cries and sighs you will start hearing,
disturbing sights you will be witnessing.
Beware my friend, beware therefore,
Keep away from my brimming bowl,
mixed with tears it is burning hot.
Keep away from my brimming bowl:
beware else you will burn your fingers:
away away from my brimming bowl.
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