You must have heard about " honor killing". This is a very
cruel aspect of some streaks of humanity ; people kill their
own children if they dare love or marry outside their caste,
tribe, or community. This is a horrible practice and who but
our own mind is behind it. Each self is unique, independent,
and glorious, and we have unnecessarily imposed our minds
upon one another. Let the " self" prevail and flourish ! This
poem is a tribute to the "self".
The Self must Prevail
Hair -- dark, white, or brown,
a touch makes one ecstatic,
the soft tresses end all stress,
we love entangled in their web.
Eyes -- dark, green, or brown,
kindness shines through them,
smiles make lovely crow's feet,
a frown sometime is welcome.
Bosom --pulsates out of love,
a sea of pity flows beneath,
like petals, it touches so soft,
fights all malice as solid rock.
Heart -- how it goes out and in !
we can ditch it, win it, or donate,
aware of mind, brings it on track,
sans love -- heart exists never.
Mind --the cause of whole world,
the best friend or worst enemy,
always agile,bent on to conquer,
man loves to lord it over beings.
Self --The master: feeling of being,
seeks only love, throwing all chains,
can penetrate into life and death,
who hinders it but the crafty mind !
Honor --No honor to quell one's own,
crush the demon of hate in the mind,
love the "self" and feel the heaven,
let the 'self" in all bloom into a lotus !
© Harish Mamgain