The power of determination,
path within to chart,
engaging shadows of,
doubt, regret, remorse,
exorcising the negative,
exposing the light,
nurturing and sharing it,
through the medium of the eyes,
forging high roads through,
the “maya” maze,
ever glowing and growing,
inspiring,
the within and the without,
the art of knowing oneself,
to know all.
The knowledge that,
killing and maiming,
is cowardice prancing as power.
The knowledge that the,
skin and bones old man,
going by the name of “Gandhi”
the “naked fakir”,
on the chariot flown,
by the doves of peace,
and the mantra,
of non-violence,
could silence the
fiercest weapons.
The knowledge that,
the lamps lit by the
fire in his eyes,
burns safely in thousand minds,
for thousand years to come.
The knowledge that,
the hatred may singe the skin,
but come nowhere,
near the lamps of peace,
that warms the soul.
The lamps that lights the way,
through the deepest darkness, within,
stoked by the Christs, Budhas, Gandhis,
our fathers, and our sons,
humans,
the spirit of humans,
away and beyond,
the ephemeral burst,
of the despairing fears,
the shallow lights blown away,
by the slightest breeze…
The spirit of humans,
away and beyond
the groping hatred,
of the cowardice,
swaying and trembling,
by the slightest breeze…