An inborn feeling – so passionate,

Mixed with charming intention,

Like the love of a mother for the young one,

One who, with loving care, showers affection,

That it evokes warmth in feeling,

An immense surge of emotion,

In the toddler just born,

The hidden meaning of love is mirror-reflection,

On the face of both the mother and the child,

Apparently like a secret well kept between the two,

The child and the mother,


Akin to Mother Earth,

Gifts everything the whole lots without bias,

With no desire for a return gift,

But endure bleeding of her bosom by the humans,

For satisfying  greed to meet its need

That is the compassion – an unmatched one.


A longing that kindness creates for the people around,

People in need of your attention,

One who’s staying power has dissipated,

The more intensive thy compassion,

The reward of yours in the shape of compensation,

In form or without form,

Would be huge that doer can hardly fathom.


The more patience we generate in us,

And share the sufferings of others,

It will bestow you still more power,

To understand the true meaning of suffering,

Care others, as you wish yourself to be cared for,

The pangs of others’ pain,

Should be felt deep down,

Our system, creating fast-tract reaction,

In us the form of compassion,

While others bleed,

You bleed without a perceptible wound,

Share the pain of others,

Showering loving kindness and loving care.


Compassion is the antidote,

To our enemies fully affirmed,

Anger, anguish, jealousy and pain,

Happiest is the one, who feels concerned,

When concern is woefully needed.



Harbans Khajuria

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2 thoughts on “COMPASSION”

  1. I am really thankful to you all for visiting my blog and liking my poem, COMPASSION. This seems a tall talk, but we should make compassion a companion of ours in our day to day life. Then the life would be still more sweeter.

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