The Rebel Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
The Rebel
I believe a man who's lying in mire
Than a God who's bathing in milk
Beliefs and hopes are in human minds
They're not resting in the dome of a temple
Listen to me!
Oh! the fearful religious rebellions
You can threaten, throw stones
Or capture and murder me
But then my silent breath will become a storm
To vanish all your superstitious beliefs
Then the blood flowing through my neck
Will shower a rain of peace for your tomorrows
Beautiful poem, if peace was so easily dispatched we would already have it. But it is more then religious qualms that create hate. Sometimes it is the faceless greed that you don't which lies underneath. Looking at a war in a way that it is more then skin deep. They are people playing both sides. Making a gainly profit in the selling of utter destruction. Doesn't matter which side wins. Still the blood shed was in vain. Only when peace is claimed for all can we truly claim a victory.
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6/9/2026 9:03:21 AM # 1.0.0
nice poem on arguments..you put it well.. it is different than your other poems nice, love it