ON HELP.

ON HELP.

 

Fed by manifold emotions,

Spreads relational devotion.

No face it cares,

Nor race it tends!

 

Thrives upon,

Hands and hearts.

Lives across,

Time and age!

 

Fills several vacuums,

Hate and partiality do inhume.

Begets smile,

And drives to terminate dismals!

 

Taken a shape,

As a mother and a teacher.

Engulfed a form,

That of air and water!

 

Through the blood it travels,

So red it’s colour.

As organ it transforms,

Hence beacon its name!

 

Has siblings,

In empathy and mercy.

Got a history,

As harmony and democracy!

 

Advocates a religion,

Of love and equality.

Articulates a language,

Of compassion and affection!

 

Richer than the Richman’s riches:

Most muscular than the elitest hold,

As tender as the babies’ fingers,

As sweet as the peasantry singers!

 

Kindness it’s soul,

Biocentric must be its goal.

It dies in digital troll,

Sneaks out in legal hole!

 

It blossoms in dignity:

Appears awesome in equality,

Don’t make it a rarity,

that would annihilate the humanity!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.

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