I know, this moment will also pass
Once again, things won’t be so cross.
The winters won’t last for too long
The springs would soon, sing their song.
I know, these stiff ends won’t be always too gross
These thorns would end into the greenish, bluish moss.
The rough and moisture less air would once be tired,
These useless words and cults would cease from being fired.
I know, once, these rough edges would get aligned
The peace of hearts and soul, we will once again find.
These colors of heartless hatred, they will get dissolved
These labels, these judgments, these diversities, will get enrolled.
I know this moment of weakness, will get unleashed
Once again, the flowers, the blooms will make them pleased.
Once again, someday, one day, we will be one
One earth, one sky, one color, one ocean, one “we” and the sun.
I wish the day comes soon, when these diversities wont be “classes” or “creeds” or “’labels”, lower or higher, but just “one”.
One “we”. One world.
Where our birth won’t describe who we are, but as Martin Luther King Jr. said, “not by the color of their skin, but the content of their character”
Thanks for being here friends!
Enjoy our paradox!