Inner Voice

SANT KABIR’S MESSAGE

All flesh is same, be it of cow, deer or hen
Flesh is a dog’s food,
not his who is blessed with a human form;
If a man allows meat to enter his mouth, he will one day enter
The Gates of Hell.
They who kill will, in turn, be killed,
Whether they kill for eating or for sport;
They will be dragged by their hair
and taken to task
by the ruthless minions of Kaal (Satan)
If one eats even a grain of fish,
And then gives a milion cows in charity,
Or submits
to the holy seer at Kashi (Varanasi),
Still the inevitable result
Will be a seat
Inflames of hell.
The suffering of all beings is the same,
but foolish man is blind to other’s pain;
Why not cut your own throat
So that the bliss of liberation you attain ?
To the mullah says the hen;
Ruthlessly you cut my neck,
But one day the Lord will demand
An account for your deed–
Then you will suffer
Endless agony and pain.
Blacken the face of your ritual laws,
Banish duality from your heart;
All souls belong to the One Lord-
O fatuous Mullah, forbear from killing
Any being of God,
Cut the throat of wrath, your urge to cruelty destroy
He who ruthlessly kills the five
will surely meet the Lord.

Omkar Nath
Upper Laxmi Nagar
Sarwal

“MOTHER”

A mother forgets about her child’s mistake
A mother remembers what her child likes
Never tells how tired she is
She is the best mother….
A mother always knows how to
manage her child
A mother always knows how to straighten her child
Never tells about her pain
She is the best mother…
A mother always decides what is best for her child
A mother always wants to protect her child
Never eats the last piece of cake
She is the best mother….
A mother always sacrifices for her child
A mother never feeds us with anything wrong
Never tells how sad she is
She is the best mother…..
A mother is a gift from heaven….
I love my mother….

Adhvi Sharma
APS Jammu Cantt

Dandelion

What would happen
if dandelions could
actually grant us a wish?
What would you ask?
How many would you blow?
Ten, hundreds or thousands to go?
What will you think
when it’s each fine grain
would dance in the breeze
across the huge field ?
Will you wonder who
will collect these tiny letters?
or where will they go?
Will you ask for forgiveness
or an expensive gift
with a beautiful bow?
Will you wish for yourself
or for your family?
Will you add some
Friends to the list
or beggers it might be?
What would happen
if dandelions could
actually grant us a wish?
The fields would become
barren or so I think,
As everyone would pluck
as much as they can
within an eye blink.
Still there’d be an endless list,
Sea of desires left unfulfilled.

– Purti Sethi