Man we are, born as man
In others we always try hard
To look for ourselves
This self of ours we wanna impose
On another spirit
And say proudly
“hey, buddy we are compatible”.
Little differences take us away
Letting run a deep river in between
A river that no man can imagine to swim
The river of hatred.
We always wish to see
Only ourselves in whomever we come across
We realize not man
But, that’s what we are and we do
All the way through all this time
We spend on this earth.
Why must our reflection
Through another man be projected?
When the spirit within
Is the divine, the same in all of us.
Can’t any man appreciate another one
Without digging to find ourselves
In the man across the life?
Why man? Why man?
People are waning away
Waking in silent selfishness
Looking for only ourselves in others.
How much of others do we imbibe in us?
Such a painful creature
Lame in thoughts
Shame in actions.
I shudder to think
That I am one too!
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