Power Is Both Abused And Disused.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Try to blow off a candle,
It'll fight back in a frantic flicker;
Won't give up that soon
As you thought it would
For it knows to stand up against a killer.

Who'll dare the big ball of fire?
A feeble thing is an easy prey
To prove the might and proud power!
Beasts in us often growl....
We do bully and play a Hitler!

We throw punches on a soft pillow
And love to see it sink in pain.
But when a strong pillar comes
And stands tall before us
We hide in the garb of super excuses!

We know the things that just call for a try
But something pulls us off and stops the fly.
We fail to soar and reach the sky
Though starts love to see us touch them high!