My Voice...meek yet powerful!

There are millions of voices there pressed under much more harder and stronger voices. A poem that lets me shout my feelings out, smoothly.

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From the time I began to feel pain,

I reflected upon all the suffering,

And wanted to free all from this chain.

The Chain that held them from dreaming,

The Chain that held them from gain,

The Chain that held them from achieving,

The Chain that held them from getting drenched in rain.

 

I want to oppose the wrong,

I want to criticise the evil,

I want to fight for good, daylong;

I want to lower the evil,

And make the glory bloom for long.

I want to let every flower smell sweet,

And let all bloom, headstrong.

 

But the war of my perceptions,

Holds me back,

One tells me to fulfil my missions,

Whereas the other pulls me down by slapping my back.

 

I am not wrong I say,

I shout, rather;

But I doubt whether I can be heard,

Because the voice of terror and power,

Are loud and peace �" breaking,

And mine, like any other lies as low as an ant.

 

Why, I can’t understand,

Does lust overpower love?

Why, I can’t extend,

My support to the poor brethren?

Why, I can’t sit,

With a pauper by the roadside?

Why, I can’t imagine this world,

Without status and money?

Aren’t the poor also human?

Aren’t the paupers also Homo sapiens?

Aren’t we all the lost siblings of mother earth?

 

Questions are many to raise,

But all of have just one common answer to say,

They say ‘The society’ would not like it,

The question Is then ‘Who is the Society?’

It is none other than you and me,

Who has made this so called ‘Society’,

It is none other than our ego and pride,

That has killed all the good in the ‘Society’.

 

 

Brothers & Sisters,

Take the pain of standing up,

And looking into the mirror,

This person you see is an animal,

An animal who can destroy all peace,

An animal who can his own kin deceive,

An animal who can live for lust,

An animal who can kill for cash,

And animal who is terror, indeed.

 

I feel like I want to inspire,

I feel like I want to change,

But again this society,

Imposes harsh words and deeds,

That make my confidence lower to dust,

That make my passion turn to fear.

 

But still, in my mind;

I am still craving for change,

The Change that can be much more than a milestone,

The Change that can be felt within each heart,

The Change that I can trust on,

The Change that all of us can take pride on.

I shout aloud,

But no one can hear,

I cry out loud,

But no one can feel,

I doubt how;

The pain of waves can’t be felt by the sea!

 

But I am not less than Asoka’s  Great Iron Pillar,

So I continue to voice against wrong,

I continue to speak for change,

And stand grounded hard,

Just like the pillar stands,

And wait for the change

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