Lotus blooms only in mud
bleeding wounds do give solace
colour, caste, religion matter not
flag of pride and ownership do.
Nectar and poison drawn
from churning a rouge entity,
for everyone to reap
gruff of a lion is enough for sheep
yet clever is fox in numerous garbs.
Poison of hatred everywhere
drink like Neelkantha*, spare the nectar
for those, who need it the most
heaven is hidden somewhere there
raise the bar there is nothing to fear
your body may be consigned to flames
But not YOU, never ever.
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beautiful poem..........inspirational, ethical n touch of epics...wonderful...
colour, caste, religion matter not flag of pride and ownership do. finest way to sum up a profound truth, mostly ignored! a great poem indeed.
gruff of a lion is enough for sheep yet clever is fox in numerous garbs. I like the lion to sheep relation in this... then the fox in garbs line.. beautiful...
Yes, someone has to be the saviour or martyr for others to live in peace! When we undertake some sacrifice for the commmon good, much of our comforts and even our existence may be in peril, but the inner entity in us will be enriched. Here I am reminded of Mahathmaji! A great narration with a lofty theme! !
this poem of yours is different from rest of your poems...in narration, in styles and tones...plot quite good...use of language is modern too....movement of thoughts quite praise worthy...it's a great successful poetry! Kudos to you..love it 10
A great write sir. Lord Shiva consumed poison, so he is Mahadev. in one of my poem THE PAINS OF A POET i have written the matter.so far about the title concern n first two stanza, it gives an universal message to lead the life being free from all inferior complexities. lotus blooms in mud xactly rose blooms in thorn. a good definition of martyr is composed here. loved your ink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful write dear Sir. Tunnelled the depths of epics....