The more you kill your enemy
the more they shall appear before you.
A river of antagonists
a constant stream against your righteous dreams.
Compulsion is possession!
Hatred is a Hydra!
It feeds upon itself
Never growing tired or old
Housed in every heart
That allows it entry beneath its skin.
Hatred is a many hearted Hydra
We give it shelter
As it eats us from the outside in
There is a weakness in this beast,
it lays within the heart of hearts
each heart that love has won
becomes a soldier on the side
of life itself and those that live it
against those who die with every breath
making marshes of miasma
Love hatred out of existence
within your fleshy house
or be eaten by its jaws
like everybody else.
On January 20, 1948–10 days, in fact, before he was assassinated–a handmade bomb was hurled at Gandhi as he attended a gathering. This act of terrorism was carried out by a Hindu youth. Fortunately, the bomb missed the mark and Gandhi survived.
The youth was arrested. The next day, several adherents of the Sikh faith called on Gandhi and assured him that the culprit was not a Sikh. Gandhi rebuked them, saying that it mattered nothing at all to him whether the assailant was a Sikh, a Hindu or a Muslim. Whoever the perpetrator might be, he said, he wished him well.
Gandhi explained that the youth had been taught to think of him as an enemy of the Hindu cause, that hatred had been implanted in his heart. The youth believed what he was taught and was so desperate, so devoid of all hope, that violence seemed the only alternative. Gandhi felt only pity for the young man. He even told the outraged chief of police to not harass his assailant but make an effort to convert him to right thoughts and actions.
This was always his approach. No one abhorred violence more than Gandhi. At the same time no one knew more deeply that violence can only be countered by nonviolence. Just as fire is extinguished by water, hatred can only be defeated by love and compassion. Some criticized Gandhi for coddling the terrorist. Others scorned his conviction, calling it sentimental and unrealistic, an empty vision.