A little kindness,
compassion,
tolerance,
compatibility,
empathy,
A little understanding
that
All creatures in this world have
a right to live,
can make this world beautiful.
Is it asking too much?
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Don't be fooled by
A seemingly calm pile of ashes
There may be a spark hidden within
Even a spark
Suppressed for long
Can play havoc
Like a dormant volcano can
Erupt at any moment
Casting pearls before...
Talking of peace, tolerance, restrains
To the one whose sole aim is to earn money by selling arms.
Whose economy is solely dependent on the sale of weapons,
The Mighty, super rich
'Weapon Mafia'
That fosters unrest and fear
Leading forced purchasing of firearms for self-defense
Seems to be winning
People
Stryggling for peace, harmony, and compassion
Seems to be on the back foot
Dear Buddha,
Shocked?
Traumatized?
Distressed?
They don't care
The adament lot
They are heading for World War III.
However,
Be rest assured
There can never be World War IV
With no one
Alive to fight.
What did you expect?
Flowers,
green grass,
parks,
and trees.
Children having fun in the park,
and parents are watching proudly.
Unfortunately,
nowadays,
children are busy with their cell phones and toy weapons.
guns,
missiles, and
war tanks
adorn
the
pedestals
everywhere
full of innocence full of joy full of love full of honesty full of loyalty full of intellegence full of attitude full of gratefullness full of compassion full of compatibility full of kindness full of patroism is what we seek in our leaders but are we taking enough care to leave the environment calm and peaceful healthy and pollution free instead of fighting amongst each other where the future leader can grow up joyfully
Etheree Poetry – Syllabic Pattern: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10, Rhyme: None
Full
Stomach
Easy life
Caring and loving
Forgiving nature
Compassion for others
Live and let live attitude
Ready to sacrifice for friends
Helping without discrimination
Happiness and peace will be your whole life
Weekend Writing Prompt #32 – Reflection
Challenge
Prose Challenge – Write a story in 150 words where a character sees their reflection and is surprised by what they find.
Poetry Challenge – Write an acrostic poem, where the first letter of the first word of each line spells out “reflection” as it is read from top to bottom.
REFLECTION
~Indira
~ Indira
The tailor master Fakku mian’s shop was just opposite to our house.
We were separated by playgrounds, on both side and Highway in between.
I remember watching him stitching clothes since I was four years old.
It was interesting watching him running the sewing machine so fast. Everyone addressed him as tailor master.
My mother used to send me with material to stitch frocks, pajamas or whatever, with full instructions. He would follow them exactly except when it came to us three sisters’ frocks. Frills from neck to waist, well not exactly down to waist, but covering knees fully.
No argument there. Mother used to alter them according to her taste, to please us, which was not much different from him.
It was same till I started stitching my clothes myself but still under mother’s strict observation.
No tight fitting or above knee dresses were allowed. Anyway we had to wear salwar, kamij with dopatta, so it didn’t matter much.
Well, this story is not about my dresses but my first encounter with riots.
Till then we were living happily in a cosmopolitan society.
We celebrated all festivals with same fervor and zeal.
Then one day, over some love affair between a Muslim boy and a Hindu girl, everything changed.
Both communities became thirsty of each other’s blood.
Everyone knows what happens in riots. How goons and fanatics from both sides lynch, loot and do all types of heinous crimes to innocent people from both sides.
I will not go in details. I think my short story, I wrote way back will suffice.
‘Rioters burned the tailor’s shop.
When the curfew was lifted, he came and sat down in despair on seeing the ramshackle shop.
Mother called him and offered him our old singer machine for the time he could buy his own.
He was thankful and offered to stitch our clothes for free.
Mother strongly rejected the idea.
‘You need money to buy a new machine so start your business first to save money.’
Mother was a conservative Hindu and the tailor was a Muslim.
Mother sowed a seed of compassion in me that day.’
सफ़र
मंजिल तो हर कोई देखो एक ना एक दिन पायेगा
~ इंदिरा
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Justice, Channeling,Spiritual,Astrology,Truth- Seeker.
Soft Words, wild heart
Light shall shine out of darkness!
The Written, Visual & Audio Art of M. Snyder
start to art.
Write the vision; make in plain
Poetry from my pen
Motivate, uplift and inspire
Nolcha the Poet
My view, tho' somewhat askew...
A gorillas existential crisis
all the rules of free form
Smile! You’re at the best WordPress.com site ever
hai performance poetry and short fiction
Sweat, toil, and crofting — poetry with muck on its boots.
This blog is for my insights on life, the Bible, hiking adventures with my grandson and whatever is important to me
Gifts from the Musey Lady and Me. "Laissez-moi vous raconter ma vraie histoire."
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