Tell me not what is false
But tell me what is true.
For the shadow lose its being, in dark
When the candles burn blue.
Tell me not, night has thousand eyes
But tell me day has one
For the light of whole world dies
With the dying sun.
Tell me not how to break
But tell me how to fix and build
For its harder to knit one, for mankind
And easy to snatch others quilt.
Tell me not what art hurdles
But tell me what art goals
For my endeavors are permanent
& hurdles -transient potholes
Tell me not how to cease
But tell me how to start
For its easy to stab the Celt
but hard to throb dead heart.
Tell me not how to fight a war
But surely how to settle peace.
For when the gun grew out the flowers
The mankind will be at the ease.