I raised my fist at my brother to slap, <br />Heard some sound from the back with clap, <br />Turning back to look at was turning point, <br />Anger subsided from revenge joint, <br /> <br />Time just passed with deep grief in mind, <br />It was unique but new beginning and find, <br />Why rage disappeared with approach kind? <br />Thread was opening from reeling wind, <br /> <br />It just struck me how non-violence might have started? <br />All luxury and smooth path might have been parted? <br />Why world just bow and remember the prophets? <br />May be great occasion and happy moments, <br /> <br />There was no luxury and means scarce, <br />Good men were stared and laughed with farce, <br />Kind words were laughed at lightly, <br />Often misunderstood and not taken rightly, <br /> <br />There is so much suffering and agony, <br />No more friends and enemies many, <br />Not so kind but act with words piercing, <br />To fall in lines even with act menacing, <br /> <br />Ancient civilizations still survived, <br />Sprit not died but contents revived, <br />Poison to kill poison not preferred, <br />Sighting the examples often referred, <br /> <br />It is how great God’s men suffered, <br />Even for humanity and peace life offered, <br />Still they succeeded in their earnest move, <br />Laid their lives for only points to prove, <br /> <br />I was saved from worst humiliation, <br />Road might have been blocked for easy reconciliation, <br />I learnt a lesson not to loose the sense, <br />Act so wise even if situation tense<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-raised-my-fist/
