That first voice …

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A particular day is not needed for being compassionate. But nowadays, the world feels so eager to look for war, that the voice of kindness seems overthrown, it seems forgotten. I don’t even mean our voices, even the voice of the written word feels drowned. Maybe a thousand voices shouting can make the #1000VoicesForCompassion drown out the one shouting for the opposite. I’m happy to be one such voice.

#1000VoicesForCompassion – That first voice…

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what voice rings out today, at this moment in time?
a cry for war, to reclaim something, is that a crime?
look not at a moment, friend, it’s harmful, that cry,
for that war reclaims one thing, but other things die.
that war claims a soldier, but lost is a father, a son,
lost is a marriage then; that very cherished one.
can that love be returned, after what’s done is done?
that war claims a house, lost are memories it made,
can those memories be valued, was it meant to fade?
that war claims a tree, nourished as much with love,
can you repay nature, for sending its children above?
think of what message it sends, that momentary cry,
listening are the children’s ears, a future that’s nigh.
a message that violence solves what peace cannot,
that cruelty should win, and kindness remains forgot,
it’s easy to cut down, my friend, but harder to grow,
but an effort to win the hard, it’s that you must show.
it’s that effort, which will stay on, in the hearts nigh,
and inspire the future, to reach, for the skies high.
don’t laugh at hardships you cannot understand,
even silence can be kind, if you show it, a fair hand.
show kindness, compassion, it’s there deep down,
enough to drink, at least, you don’t need to drown.
a thousand voices of kindness, that’s a start today,
if each voice brings another, it will never die away.
for that other voice, it’ll bring another thousand too,
but what’s important, is that first voice, let it be you.

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(© 20th February 2015)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

32 thoughts on “That first voice …”

  2. //If each voice brought another, it would never die away

    This has to be the most beautiful line for me. I’ve a special kind of respect for people who can write poetry and much more for those who can do it like this. Excellent one Vinay!

  8. Lovely! 🙂

    “Don’t laugh at hardships you cannot understand
    Even silence can be kind, if you show it, a fair hand”

    Loved it!

  9. This poem of yours is an enchanting and very moving, very real depiction of how so many voices when pieced together make the puzzle- the solution, complete. Through your flow, you frame perfectly how everything is related; the cause and effect of our choices. May we all choose compassion. Thank you for sharing!

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