pale brown or purple,
what are we in form ,tall small or short
big huge or fat,
what are we in mind, brave bold or angry
patient loving or mad
what are we in status, kings queens or pages
lords ladies or sages
what are we in real, soft tender and spiritual
dying eternally mortal.
why do we, then make, hate envy and war
why do we then, love and kindness ignore
why of all the prohibited we ask for more
why of Death and Heaven we are not sure.
Pompei Nagasaki Moenjodaro naming the few
Oblivious nations pleasure drenched who knew
Power pressure , public protests day by day new
War, war destruction, torture afresh, yet grew-
We are then, the same born in pain
We are then, the insane , of mind again
Are we the Ungrateful , in loss to remain?
Are we the Lost , Our Eden never to regain?
Let us turn before its too late
Let us learn and try to relate
Let Us think of The Almighty Great
Bow for forgiveness pray and meditate. I can now see The prism , no color do I perceive
Up on the blue sky , the sun does not deceive
The real is dark , the immortal , white
With All the colors together ,
All Blessings I receive.