With cheers raining
And, tears too.
Children playing
Adults praying.
Everyone isolates themselves
From themselves,
Yet they care a lot
For others.
Strangers in the own world
They are none others but us.
When it is painful
We blame all but us
When in pleasure
The divine, we never treasure.
Strange ain’t it
We are strangers
In our own world.
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Gosh isn't that the truth. I always try to remember, when I'm in one of those feeling-sorry-for-myself moods, that when I'm pointing a finger at someone else there's always three pointing back to me - just a silly saying but one that puts a different perspective on things...
ReplyDeleteThank you Janice. If we tarry awhile and ponder over the reality of the current world, I feel this what most of us going through in our lives.
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