Good cannot produce evil. This was the topic we were given to write a 12-16 line poem on as part of a project in school. But hold on-
Roses have thorns on the plant they grow on. Everyone loves the rain, but they create irksome puddles that always manage to squish on you their dirty water. And black is a fab colour, but it makes nights so much more dreary than they need be.
So- how does good NOT produce evil? It does. So- what do we write?!
We have two options-
One. We say this point, that Good CAN produce Evil. But to go against the given topic would mean making our poem very very strong, and the words very very powerful- something none of my team mates could do, since we were not much into poetry. So there were huge chances that we would fail to write anything good.
Two. We could completely ignore the logical reasoning our brains instantly came up with, and write a romanticist poem on Good this and Good that. Yeah, that would get the marks. 🙂
So after much brain-hitting, and finger snapping (me), frowning, and dreaming (me), scribbling, and keeping from tearing the paper apart as we wrote (me); we came up with the following poem. It managed to impress the right people, and we have good grades, Thank You. So here it goes-
As a flower springs from the soil
Fragile and timid and soft
And as it blooms and grows
And holds its fair head aloft
It germinates and grows its young
And the babe seeds rise out
And when the bee strikes they spill
All around, ALL around
Young flowers spring out naive
And the goodness surrounds!
There is good even in the Devil!
Only, in Him, dominating is Evil
Our thoughts should be good
Good will never produce crude
For good is incapable of just one
And that, is Evil.
– By Ruchika, Varun, and maybe Akshit
We weren’t done by then. We had touched upon the Devil, and we so wanted to go on. But our 16 lines were up.
Fortunately, some other group members had come up with so many lines that we were able to put together TWO poems!
And though that was bending the rules, submitting two poems when we had to put up one, we did so good that no one bothered to yell. Why?
Because good poems hide the way for scolding and shouting.
Because good cannot produce evil.