An Ode to Change

A single dove rises in the mist;

Others, they don’t follow.

Disappointed and sad, she lets out a cry;

Others, they look on, composed and wry.

The dove, she tried once to get what we need:

The joyful, serene and now myth of peace.

But she never rose again, with a momentum as such.

To give life a new lease; something, if not much.

We weep, as hate bursts out aplomb;

We explode with anger, come any bomb.

But unlike us, the dove, she wanted change.

Not wanting to sit around, waiting for others who cringe.

It takes passion and will and revolution;

To bring anything, even peace, we must pay tuition.

In installments of time, hope and grit.

Not handsome and rich, but intelligence and wit.

Unlike the dove, who was brought down by herd,

Don’t be a puppet, hear your own word.

Rise for peace, and rise to the limit!

Don’t look left or right, till you reach the summit!

Harness the dove’s want, and saddle her movement;

Whip her loss of courage, and gallop; don’t relent!

For, the harder you try, and the more you push;

The more the hatred, evil and impurity you crush.

In the end, there will be blood, sweat and tears;

But just as well, will die your fears.

And all your contribution will be worth the while;

Envelope the Earth in peace; Each And Every Mile.

20^th September, 2011.