This Town We Live In
This town is a strange forest of individuals
yet they do not belong to the forest.
each tree here bears fruits to nourish
yet fruits are not shared despite hunger,
fallen fruits are cleared with autumn leaves,
while starving children wait outside.
even squirrels are given race and religions ,
as they scamper and play in their freedom.
Birds have characters as it fits prejudice,
even their calls are judged in octaves.
flowers grow as it suits their choice of beauty,
and there are weeds that do not fit such plans.
nature showers the forest in monsoon rains,
and makes no choices or does undue favours.
howling winds laugh their way through,
mocking the presumed owners of this free land!
This place could be a better place, this forest,
where we can all belong, and everything shared,
yet, the divisions continue, boundaries are set,
what grows from land is free expression of nature,
yet what is bred is avarice, greed and suffering!
But on knees they pray, they pray each day,
mind is shut! even God cannot show them the way!!
Written 6/10/2022
when dawn wakes me to wisdom
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