The Peaceful Family Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

INTRODUCTION
This is not a poem for beauty.
This is a poem for truth.
Not written to decorate pages,
but to shake silent hearts.
This poem is born from pain,
from blood that forgot its own blood,
from a house that stood strong,
and a family that chose peace over war.




THE PEACEFUL FAMILY
There was a family, calm and quiet,
living with simple needs and honest work.
They believed blood is sacred,
stronger than money,
stronger than land.
They trusted family members,
not knowing greed grows fastest
inside familiar faces.

THE GREEDY SIDE
On the other side stood
the children and grandchildren
of three dead old men.
Men were gone,
but greed was alive—
in their sons,
their women,
their hunger.
They wanted comfort without work,
wealth without sweat,
and land without shame.


THE LAND AND THE LIE
The land was in the peaceful family's name.
To keep peace alive,
they gave it away willingly.
Money came,
but it was divided among the greedy ones.
Land was recognised,
but movable property was stolen.
Locks were broken,
houses were entered,
and silence was treated as weakness.



THE NIGHT OF FEAR
One night before leaving,
stones filled the sky.
Sticks, rods, and anger ruled the street.
An old mother cried.
Children screamed.
The crowd was bigger.
The attack was brutal.
The young man wanted to step forward,
but the numbers were against them.
He chose wisdom over bloodshed.
That choice saved lives.

LEAVING HOME
The family left their own house.
Not because they were wrong,
but because peace was their strength.
They carried clothes on their bodies,
a few animals,
one motorcycle,
and a heart full of dignity.
They did not go to police.
They did not chase revenge.
They trusted time.

LAW AT ZERO
Law stayed at zero.
Society watched silently.
No voice spoke for justice.
But silence does not mean defeat.
It means waiting.


AFTER YEARS
Fifteen years passed.
The greedy remained hungry,
never satisfied.
Stolen things brought no peace.
The peaceful family rebuilt everything—
slowly, honestly, strongly.
They are alive.
They stand tall.
They roar like a lion in silence.

QUESTIONS TO THE WORLD
Is money greater than blood?
Can wealth erase family?
Can greed replace humanity?
Today, 'family' is spoken,
but forgotten.


MESSAGE TO THE READER
What is taken by force
will vanish by time.
What is built with dignity
will stand forever.
Choose blood over money.
Choose justice over greed.
Choose peace over violence.
Because the future is watching.