Being Good Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

If you are good you can fly
Not like a wasp, solitary and predatory,
But may be like a star in the constellation
With the darkness around, moving
With the dust and light
Embracing, eternalising, living,


If you are good you can listen
To the wishes of dying man, or the living
Undeserving, inconsolable,
You can feel his mind, listless
You can see his unfulfilled vacuity
And with one touch
You can bring back a fulfilment

Good men need no care
But to care for others is in their mettle
It not be if they lived long
Or short lived in anonymity
They grow and grow in stature
The lives they touch silently
For even a small moment

If you want to do good
Start with yourself, now
Ask not what you could have been
But what you are amidst others
In the conduct of following,
To listen, to lend your heart
To win in a loss or lose in a win