We the people, the potters of the globe, <br />in a position to achieve accolades, <br />harm ne'er we inflict upon any, <br />But the ignominy that we bear, are many! <br />Not just that its a novel episode, <br />That our dignity being put, to erode, , <br />Oh the kins of the pretentious civilization's fervor, <br />A warning that I pose for your misdemeanor, <br />We may seem calm, always resilient, <br />but in none's notion, we may turn turbulent, <br />The wind may turn gale, <br />and leave the wrongdoer's state, in pale.. <br />Let us be winds of harmony, <br />striving for the good of many, <br />Else we shall appear in our 'Knight's' attire, <br />And show you us, The winds of fire! !<br /><br />Sreeram Vasudevan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winds-of-fire/
