Meekness: A Personality Already Going Extinct - Poem by Funom Makama
Can blood ever be cooled to its level
Or hormones tamed in its reality?
Can body receptors bow to its requests
and human feelings subjected to its command?
'Thank You'-its usual response to scorn
and forgiveness, its default reaction to all offenders.
In passive agreement, it accepts its fate after been cheated,
and giving a warm smile is its solution to mockery.
Its countenance, too innocent to beget anger,
and can never be seen near jealousy.
Selfishness, been its only registered enemy
and only covets more joy in seeing a smiling face.
A person wearing its shoes,
can rescue his enemies in times of need,
can feed his own most irritating rumor mongers,
can accommodate his most disturbing rivals,
and can take a step backwards for his competitors,
just because Peace is its trade mark name.
Many see this as weakness,
or rather foolishness in the highest order
and incomprehensible to normal minds,
especially in a contemporary world of crime.
it is a virtue so rare to find,
impossible to grasp, even within a million miles,
and never seen even a thousand feet below the sea.
but it still exist in a very few.
and though it manifest rarely,
like a recessive gene,
its wonders are still endless and infinite.
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