Why are we the way we are?
In some world above so close,
in here so far.
Paddling along the same stream
yet, never at par.
Some are rich hence considered good,
and poor is mostly bad.
Some of this religion are
always fighting with some of that.
The perimeters of beauty have been limited.
i thought we all were made of same stars.
These inequalities are the deepest wound,
and segregation we create the ugliest scar.
Festering roots of conflict,
might one day eat us away.
If soon we don’t realize
that different people have different ways.
Only together we can create,
paradise on earth.
Or else we should refrain,
from giving another birth.