My questioned existence
Purely confused inner mirth
Never been able to
Comprehend my origin
Rather pushed to believe
The point in being
Than being made…
The day I was born
They said
The supreme wisdom
Operating in the skies
Made me…
Out of the humble earth,
The wind,sometimes fierce,
sometimes calm
The purifying fire,
The cleansing water.
When still a child ,
I believed ,all men are same
As what makes you and me
Are just the same.
But as days passed
I saw some commented
more rights than others.
Some took more respect
than the rest.
……………..
How can the noble home for all
Bear dimensions
For gender,race and creed
How the rich,the nobler ,
Hold the wind in chains…
How fire could soothe
The rich better…
How the water could just
Chill the supreme….
Wow!!! I really enjoyed this. I love how you used these elements to describe societal “isms” for lack of a better word. This verse here “As what makes you and me Are just the same. But as days passed I saw some commented more rights than others. Some took more respect than the rest,” is beautifully written. It describes, to me, the differences in how “we” are all treated. If we are the same and are made the same, there should be no difference in respect and no difference in rights or access to them. I love this
Thank you for your valuable comments.