Love Versus Terrorism - Part 2 - Poems on Anti Terror , Peace

A TRUE MAN

A true farmer is the one who never forgets his fields; the soil in which his rudiments lie firmly embedded; even in times of uncouth dryness and arid drought,

A true scientist is the one who never forgets his plethora of ingenious inventions; the innumerable number of gifts which he had given mankind; even in times when he was brutally rejected; deserted disastrously by all transgressing beside him,

A true poet is the one who never forgets his enchanting verse; the unfathomable lines of mystical passion which he had evolved with his own blood; even in times when the entire world refrained to buy a single copy of his book; and all his work was decaying like a rotten heap of vegetables in the interiors of the obsolete hut,

A true elephant is the one who never forgets his Herculean strength; the astounding power that reverberated from his body as he strolled; even in times when he lay timidly wounded on the ground,

A true painter is the one who never forgets his drawings; vivaciously stroking his brush on plain canvas all day; even in times when critics just ripped apart his drawings into infinite shreds; the instant they sighted it,

A true prince is the one who never forgets his magnificent castle; the grandiloquent aura which once encompassed his body in majestic entirety; even in times when he was forced to beg on the streets; and his palace had been gruesomely evacuated,

A true teacher is the one who never forgets his essence of impartial knowledge; the diligent times when he spent days and nights under the midnight oil with his scores of his disciples; even in times when the same students spat on his face for scolding them; ridiculed him to the most unprecedented limits,

A true magician is the one who never forgets his spell binding tricks; the jugglery of enamoring antiques that he possessed in his repertoire after years of assiduous practice; even in times when he failed to captivate the audiences; people hurled footwear and garbage at him instead of fat wads of currency,

A true tree is the one who never forgets its mesmerizing foliage of dense leaves; the boundless number of birds and insects wandering on its periphery; even in times when it was ruthlessly stripped by the onset of delectable autumn; the animals which had once made it their dwelling place; now scorned at it in utter hatred,

A true star is the who never forgets its profound shimmer; the countless centuries for which it shone unrelentingly in the sky; even in times when the conglomerate of hideously black clouds engulfed it from all sides; obscured it wholesomely from the view of this world,

A true dog is the one who never forgets to incessantly wag its tail; barks poignantly as a fleet of strangers encroached upon in the dark; even in times when its master starved it of succulent food; kicked it in its stomach for apparently no reason or rhyme,

A true watch is the one which never forgets to keep on ticking indefatigably; moving its arms voraciously all round the clock; even in times when the entire Universe had slept; and there was nothing but stark darkness after the Sun had blissfully slept in the skies,

A true warrior is the one who never forgets his battlefield; keeps fighting inexorably till the very end; even in times when he knew that it was just a few moments before the opposition captured him; withdrew his last breath from his body,

A true saint is the one who never forgets to meditate; wholesomely drown himself into the Omnipotent perception of Almighty lord; even in times when demons around him trying as hard as possible to disturb his penance and unflinching concentration,

A true doctor is the one who never forgets to treat people suffering from bizarre affliction beside him; applies the ointment of his love on several bruises oozing blood and pain; even in times when the same patients he had treated before were planning to kill him; poison the milk he gulped for morning breakfast,

A true ocean is the one who never forgets its colossal waters; the gigantically swirling waves it generated since times immemorial; even in times when its body shrunk to a mere trickle; the tyranny of pugnacious heat had sucked its frothy spray away,

A true bomb is the one who never forgets its thunderous capacity to explode; fulminate into fathomless plumes of black gas; even in times when water pelted down in tremendous fury from the sky; the showers of monsoon rain played a complete spoilsport,

A true mother is the one who never forgets her child; anxious about its safety all day and year; attending to the most tiniest of his pampered commands; even in times when her baby matured into an impetuous youngster; and now no longer slept in the shade of her
compassionate lap,

A true lover is the one who never forgets his beloved; keeps loving her for infinite more births to unveil without expecting the slightest favor; even in times when the acrimonious society stood as a hostile quiver of arrows; chopped his every step even before he put his foot on the ground,

And a true man is the one who never forgets his home soil; kisses the soil he was born on; every night before he slept; every day as he opened his eyes with brilliant light; even in times when the entire planet was undergoing a spurious metamorphosis; with people crazily embracing other religion and land; thinking the same place which had produced them; the same place which nurtured and harnessed their lives; had now become outdated.