I wonder sometimes
About growing disharmonies
Invaded spaces by impassive faces
And ceaselessly growing bloodshed
Entitled we all are to the quirks
Of our unique identities
Where then the problem lies
Perhaps, in refusing to co-exist?
It may be an argument, routine
With little or no resolution
But when we stop empathizing
Is when familiarity breeds contempt
Rather than brushing off the trivial
We latch on to our egos
This is where we lack, struggling
To find acceptance in the other’s eye!
What for do we need to validate
Somebody else’s reason?
I may not know it,
But I’m sure there’s one
And look closer!
In an attempt to reason out
Its not minds we discuss
Its moralities we profess
Each one made of flesh and blood
Drifting along aimlessly without a pause
Why then the invasion of mind, body
Violation of the human spirit?
Perhaps, we need to give space
To let the bud bloom
To let the mind blossom
And let harmony breed
© Archana D
