Brainstorming with Song . . .

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ahimsaa paramo dharmah. .
paapaaya para peedanam ||

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. . . that is . . .
MIGHTIER
than
THE SWORD
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Let not the blo0d of innocents be shed
In the name of fighting some wrong:
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Let nations not clash, on battlefields,
With swords, to decide who is strong.
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Fitting arrows to His bow, Rama fought
For Ritam, recovering Ravana's loot:
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Satyam's Pathfinder, Krishna, incessantly,
Strived with both sword and flute:
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To free the lowly downtrodden, Buddha,
Evoked Dhamma saving all who lay mute:
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Then Meher came down, awakening all
With His ever silent language of Love !
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. . .Soon . . .
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To save exploited brethren, the Mahatma
Bravely showed his bare chest to a brute.
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The heralds of Kalki, to demonstrate
Their prowess, must appear as foretold:
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Exposing hidden Atharvavedic arts,
To let God descend into our world,
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Exploiting all the sixty-four kalaas,
With tradional help, baring no holds,
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With song and drama, fill with love
Dry and cruel hearts of the bold.
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Artists of the world must meet together
And plan a sure way to re-mould
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Our civilization in distress, saving it
From The Devil to whom its was sold.
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Let votaries of the muse, their prowess
To demonstrate, bravely come along,
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Art replacing science, bards coming
Together, in joyful mehfils with song,
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To bring lost glory back to the arts
Of the gharanas to which they belong,
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And making the healing path of Kalki
smooth and painless for followers to throng.

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For the Vishvayuddha coming next
Touch not violence even with tongs !
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Let the muse's mehfils be the battlefields
Potent ammunition, the sufi's songs !
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