Is Hatred More Powerful Poem by Neela Nath Das

Is Hatred More Powerful

Rating: 5.0


The mutilated body and
The smell of blood can
Give you pleasure,
As you are taught, so
You have learned.
Can you remember your
Childhood, your mom, dad
And your siblings?
How were the days
Of infancy and growth?
Who threw you into the
Dungeon of darkness?
Did ever hear those
Words like Love, Loyalty?
Is there gunpowder in your head?
Why do you hate human being
In the name of God?
Is this any protest
But against whom and what for?
Put your gun down,
Think of love,
Listen to the music
Of Fraternity,
Be in Peace.
None waits for us
At the end of our sojourn,
But Death.
Why should we all
End other and us
Before the inevitable
Event of our life? ? ?

Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 17 December 2014

Love and Forgiveness are always the answers! blessings to you Neela,

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Akhtar Jawad 18 December 2014

An outstanding poem that condemns hatred resulting in terror, a message of the time.....................10

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Lyn Paul 18 December 2014

So hard to imagine a child not born with love. Beautifully expressed Neela

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Geetha Jayakumar 03 January 2015

Beautiful poem Neela. There are many beautiful ways to live a life with beauty rather than killings and bloodsheds thats going on. What does one gain, just the losses. Very beautiful question asked.... Is there gunpowder in your head?

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Geetha Jayakumar 03 January 2015

Beautiful poem Neela. There are many beautiful ways to live a life with beauty rather than killings and bloodsheds thats going on. What does one gain, just the losses. Very beautiful question asked.... Is there gunpowder in your head?

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Mj Lemon 22 December 2014

...the music of Fraternity. Such a great harmony.

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 19 December 2014

Is there gunpowder in your head? so abrupt and urgent need to realize whole poem is marvelously carved yhank you Neela :)

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Bhaskar Rabha 19 December 2014

terrorist builds the minaret of terror/Look it scrapes the sky/My good old sky! Make room a bit yet/So that it can sour still/But I am an evergreen death: I devour all.

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