Dimensions
In diversities do we find varieties
Proving the infinity of The Creator.
For us these are but differences
To raise the sword to kill and claim.
Unwise not to know truth of our lives
Every crooked line is straight in parts.
As clock marks every tick in time
Every atom has moved as per a law
But our minds ignorant to fathom
But adamant on our derived faith.
We live in utter bias and are blind.
while we have the winter wind
summer is forgotten in the mind
and again when the summer comes
we say the worst summer in years
and yet again those winter days
summer is forgotten by the mass.
We live on by this pattern that suits
Deducing wishes from our dreams
But wishes do fail at times and fall
By our own unconvinced will to gain.
In this lone journey of imperfection-
towards the perfection we dream
we have the Nirvana of Buddha
we placed the creation in Brahma
we found the oneness in Allah
The fulfillment of love in Jesus.
one truth in so many ways to suit
yet we kill to hoist our own flags
Ignorant their colour is the same
The colour of the life giving blood
The colour of love, uniting us all.
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