I wished to change the past
Alas! It did not last
I wished to shape the future
Alas! I did not have it either
All I had was the moment
of the Present...
So, I wished to acknowledge my presence
but the moments were constantly changing their grammar tense
oh!!! the momentary confusion was really intense
That made me question my persistence
about my existence
so, I laughed at self
and told myself
Not to feel breathless
Because only the breath is endless😄
Is there and difference between You and Me
Is the difference what the eye can see
Am I really what you can perceive
Or is there an invisible me behind me
What you can see is vanquish-able
To vanquish the invisible is impossible
As the material body is born to change
But the eternal breath is not born to change
It exists from times unknown
To exist for ever with its forms un-shown
The child in the street corner
Is no different from yours
The man shivering in the hut
Is no different from you
Their tummies may touch their spine
Their faces may be sunken
Your belly may be filled with wine
You may be a lord of a dozen
They can no doubt be called economically poor
You are no doubt financially rich
Your mansion may be full of treasure
Your living could be nothing but a pleasure
But,
All these riches are what you have
And not what you are
And make you no different from what they are
As their dry lips can also smile
Just the way you do
Their blood is still the colour red
The same colour when you bleed
unless your blood is blue.
A child being reared in his mother's lap
While another lying half dressed on the floor
A child cuddles into cushions
And the other sleeping on hard core
Hear the cries of a child under the roof
While another silently weeps
Maybe just outside your door
Just look around
They both are true
They both are innocent
Their tears are for the same reason
Yet the world sees a difference that grows more and more
A eleven year old plays with a colourful stick
His only beautiful magic wand
Another carries a crown of brick
On his small head
The boy down the street can buy a pencil and a book
While the boy in the book shop who keeps the book
Can only gaze and look
A girl in the pink robe
Owns a pretty Barbie
While another, maybe younger
Sells the same for a penny
Their eyes also want to dream
Their heart is a clear as the stream
Their lips also smile the same way
Yet the world sees a difference
That grows more and more
