Savita Tyagi

The Aryans - Poem by Savita Tyagi

‘Aryan’ an ancient Sanskrit word simply meant noble
From time aeon humans took pride in being noble
Suppressing what was evil and destructive in their nature
Love and compassion was valued over hate and selfishness
Brave and honest one took pride in their words
Honored the pledge and commitment made towards each other
Early on fallibility of human nature was recognized
Virtue and vice was known to reside in one' heart
Conscious effort was to be made to win over ills
If humans were to live in peace with each other
All that was negative in human nature
Had to be put aside for the good of all
To strive for higher ideals
To seek divinity within were the goals to be followed
One who was resolute and excelled in that effort
With patience and persistence was called Noble
Fit to be a leader and guide his fellow citizens
On the virtuous path of nobility
But the coils of serpent ego weren't made to crush that easy
Nobles in a moment of pride and arrogance having their guards down
Were easy prey for demonic spell of bewitching vices of human nature
Few escaped with constance watch and discipline
Others who couldn't tried hiding
Behind the affiliation of a virtuous family name
And called themselves 'Aryaputra' Son of an Aryan
Some even thought belonging to a certain part of land
Gave them the right to be called Aryan
Aryavert ' land pervaded by Aryans is what they called their land
Some even searched for the land original
To label the inhabitants of Aryan Race
As if virtues were hidden in that soil
Aryan culture and beliefs spread far and wide
Cherished and divine were their ideals though
The followers lost their vision
Ictus of virtue fell silent in Aryan heart
Straying away from tough discipline
They became corrupt and week
And the name was lost in history
Now if anything is to be learned from their demise
Is that being an Aryan is a journey individual
Even when followed collectively
No land, no man, no group could own virtues
It is for each human being to cultivate and practice
To watch for and subjugate the lower within
It is a path of one's choosing
To be or not to be a Nobel or Aryan
Is a choice to be made
Not a birthright.

Comments about The Aryans by Savita Tyagi

  • Valsa George (11/27/2013 10:10:00 AM)

    The nobility weakened in course of time as pride, ego and similar vices seeped into Aryan blood! Now to be called Aryan is no more a birth right, but a matter of choice! Love and compassion, bravery and honesty and a conscious effort to ward off evil... all these make a man noble! Great write, Savita and a 10 for this! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013

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