They crowd in the streets
talk in a low voice
Is there anything around?
they crave for news,
Is it really?
Sieving through the imperfections
digging into the debris, he cries.
“Oh! she is a pervert.
Really, is she so?.
Well, she looks deviant
you know. Strange.
I know the woman. She is restless.
Strange? Sure. But, perverted?
She embodies innocence.
The gossip flares up.Spreads like fire
I vouch for her innocence.
Lo! She dies before she is exonerated.
Words are powerful. Pen is mightier than sword
Lies kill. That which does no harm is truth.
Refrain from telling lies. Do not evince interest
on something not pleasant.
Give peace a chance, embrace all with love
all are God’s children.
(The way I felt after reading a poem)