Blinded Cycle

Beings of the mysterious light of creation appear on Earth As the children of the universe, however, Their skin colour differs, their hair texture is not same Their lifestyle gets formed by their country of birth Yet, the same blood runs in their veins And they have in them, The same desire to attain the mysterious light From which they have all originated! The paths they have to walk on are same; They all need to find the means to survive In a realm of temporariness which only serves As an opportunity to atone for their previous sins And to pray to be absolved of these So as to be rewarded of an existence In some place which the human eyes cannot perceive! Yet, the stay in the realm of temporariness Remains challenging as the children of light Are subjected to the tests of maintaining Their lives peaceful through the virtue of Having tolerance for each other's differences So much that having their flag on a piece of land Has become the cause of ruthless violence Which douses off their faith in the source of light! Watching all this, the universe cries, as it only wanted To see its children laughing while playing with each other!