They reside on the other side of the city
They bathe in the quiet and still fertility
They own yard-keepers and docile servants
Dogs, cats, hyenas and precious plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us
Swallow the transparent and abominable dust
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers like saints
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
......
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
We have enslaved lightning
And thunder’s roar, defeat it admits
We have survived death’s pain
And create life with wits
For some, life is a prison
Yet they reach for freedom through the slits
Us on this beautiful rock
......
दुसरो को नीचा दिखाते हो
कभी खुद को जानो की तुम क्या हो ?
तब इक इन्सान हो तुम !
अरे खुद को श्रेष्ट कहना तो बोहत आसान है
कभी खुद को बुरा कहकर तो देखो ,
तब इक इन्सान हो तुम !
अपने लिये तो हर कोई करता है
कभी दुसरो के लिये करकर तो देखो ,
तब इक इन्सान हो तुम !
कहने को तो सब इन्सान है इस जग में
......
"I am because we are," a truth profound,
In Ubuntu's philosophy, our humanity's found.
Our shared existence, interconnectedness so strong,
In unity we thrive, together we belong.
To be truly human, the first maxim shows,
Recognize others' worth, let empathy flow.
In others, our mirror, humanity reflected,
Respectful relations bloom, connections perfected.
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I come to you to walk amongst you
But, no, I am not of you
You are human: messy, muddy, egg-born
Entangled with each other
I am:
Child of stars and voice of vacuum
I will bathe in your warm soup
Of shared emotion
But I will not drink
......
What kind of honor, what kind of pride,
That steals a life, and lets justice slide,
For love’s sweet crime, blood is spilled,
This cruel game, where mercy is killed.
Old traditions, customs so bleak,
Where women are stories, forbidden to speak,
No right to live, no dreams to bloom,
What kind of society, what kind of doom?
......
Tine slips into my hand
Like a bottle thrown out to thr sea
With a message that life is worth it
And with you, I'll be brave to shield us
From those who hate
With the words of kindness
And outpouring of love that we overlooked
For sometimes, we fail to remember
That we are human
And for that reason, we are prone to mistakes
......
Our rejoicing season is glad to have arrived
Lilacs and water lilies are all around in time.
The autumn has begun
As it seems, but the sun behind the distant cloud hides his tears
In guise of fallen dreams.
Oh, it has been a marvelous season!
For the butterflies to soar and sing the past years summer songs.
Despite, the drenching rain the sparrows are fluttering away in the wind.
I, stand here to witness the little ducklings running to the bossom of their mothers.
......
Unthinkable moments of radon decay
Ratcheted by powerful inhibitions of examiners
An unquenchable thirst for power
Necessitated by humanities conflict with regression
Insolent of other existents
Unaffected ones destroy for their search
Marring the desolate with sickness
Intending opportunity not