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3. Do no harm

 




Ahimsa

Adding to the value string of beads

Is not to hurt by thoughts, words & deeds.

Most supreme form of righteousness

Let it be there in your daily business.


Being vegetarian is a choice

Imagine those animals have a voice!

Humans have free will.

To choose what to grill.


You may name it fancy as veal

It is really a baby cow as a meal.

You may call it as pork

It is really the pig on your fork.


You may enjoy immensely as beef

Giving the cattle a lot of grief 

You pack it and process it.

You disconnect and create a split. 


Fancy names create the distance

Knowing the truth, creates resistance.

Don't eat animals as dishes

Let them live, including the fishes.


Inherent desire is to be free.

No hurt, pain and carefree.

Vegetables and plants do not flee.

When you are on an eating spree.


Do no harm is the value!

Respecting everything is a revalue.

No himsā is the core principle.

Embrace the value as a disciple!



Inspiration - The Value of Values book- Swami Dayananda Saraswati 



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