The Mahatma in Us

Anju Kishore
Barbs, fire and stones fling verses
Non-alliterative, non-rhyming, un-metered
For stark needs be the attack, to counter harsh fact.

Words drip blood to spread
Blaze upon blaze, stirring cauldrons of hate
Peace is a pipe dream, love-a lost cause
Both to be sloganeered dead before the poem's end

If change be the manifesto of powerful pens
Let spill the seeds of blood-less revolutions
Urge to unearth that forgotten tool of non-violence
For it takes greatness to wield restraint in oppression's face.

For that greatness, do we await a towering  lead
Or in every tyrannised mind, that within, shall we seek?
The flame that dances in our core, decide for its brilliance
To burn in annihilation or illumine the path to solutions.

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