Intolerance

There was a world
When pen was mightier than the sword
This is now the world
Of the sword
Giving the degree third
To the scholar writing foreword

Men fight over nonsense
They know no tolerance
As they color their hands with blood stains
For a penny and pence.

Men are ready to murder
Without thinking what will happen further
They defy the Almighty's order
Of living all together

Now man is measured by a different parameter
Radius is no more half of the diameter
One is known by how much he earns
Not by how much he learns.

Thank God! God is really clever
Not to allow anybody to live for ever
So it is time to mend our ways
Let good sense prevail now or never.

Vivekanand Jha

Archived 12/29/2009