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The World Lacks Patience

My world burns,


Its cities, towns and villages,


Plains, valleys and hills,


And the tops of mountains,


Smoke and smoulder.


 


 


No one knows whether he will return safe,


When he leaves his abode.


The mosques, the temples and the churches:


The sacred places of prayers are no more secure.


 


 


Whom we obey and whom we represent?


We have confounded the affairs,


The eyes are blurred with the mist of rashness,


We act but with the muffled hearts,


Baffled minds and hazy eyes.


 


Assuming we are right, others are wrong,


We have bunged to the humanity


The windows of our hearts,


And plugged the porches of ears.


 


We are moving farther and farther,


From one another, the gaps are widening,


Among hearts and among minds.


Ah! The distances are becoming immense.


 


We have launched a vain expedition


Against terrorism, but with out defining the term,


Its limits and boundaries,


Only to kill them whose noses we like not.


 


If one smashes my house,


Obliterating all the members of my family,


And I have no door to knock at for justice;


What should I do?


Why should not I make a bomb of myself?


Why should not I fasten


Explosives to contest the violent hands?


And this is being done in the world.


 


Though street, roads and parks are splattered with blood,


Human shreds are seen scattered,


And spectacles are too horrible to see,


Yet there is no terrorism.


 


All that we see is a reaction of our ferocious deeds,


In case we intend to impede the reaction,


We must stop the action.


To crush force by using force is an aged method,


Now for the sake of humanity discard the old measures


Deepening the roots of violence,


For since beginning mankind becoming


Fuel of the devastative devices, has suffered a lot;


Just once apply the appliance of love


To resolve the threatening issues. 


 


One who seeds the bushes must be prepared to taste


The pang of pricking;


And one who plants roses might cherish himself


With enthralling colours and sweet perfume.


If one slaps me on the face,


He must be prepared to have two on both of the cheeks,


But patience is the best route to move ahead,


And the world lacks patience.

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