Listen to Me, O my children! This is not at all the right Time,
To wear the politically tainted glasses of mutual rancour and prejudice,
To hypothetically pretend, "Alas! The matter is sub Judice,
To treacherously garner own milage, and recite the same cliched futile Rhyme!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is not at all the proper Moment,
To sip like Socrates the venoms of unprovoked massacre and torment,
To shed temporary and tarnishing tears, and vociferate shallow slogans,
To light only the self consoling candles, and let go Scott free the heinous Hooligans!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is not at all the hour:
Like the timid and cowardly, to scamper and cower,
To purse and sew you lips like a shy and scared touch-me-not flower,
To succumb, and concede to be blasted and collapsed like a dumb unarmed tower!
Listen to Me, O my children! This is the time to retort to the bricks with the stones,
To crush the Brutes unitedly, and unfurl my Tricolours in the trespassed Zonens!
Zones* - the territory trespassed by the perpetrators
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 18.02.19
Please forward this poem. Tq.
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A good patriotic poem. I bow to you for your will of writing this poem in the right time. Thank you. And congrats at the same time.🙏👍🇮🇳
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DeleteAwesome! It is not at all showing any rust even when it's reposted after one year. And at the same time it reminds us the healthy advice for us and getting more and more powerful even now. Thank you, Shankarji.👌👏👍😊
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