Feel pity for the turtle,
Born captive in a bowl.
Swimming in a circle,
A life been bought and sold.

He has his natural instincts,
Engrained in DNA.
I wonder what he thinks,
Being captive every day.

To him, it must feel wrong.
A missing link to life.
Pondering all along,
Why his surroundings don't suffice.

If released to the wild,
Survival would be scarce.
He's been captive since a child.
Born an artificial heir.

The turtle knows only this society,
It's what he's been born into.
His intuition - alive, indeed,
Tells him what turtles do.

I watch him in his tank, a curse.
How it must feel strange.
Born to fulfill a turtle's life purpose,
But forced into walls, by humans who exchange.

I feel pity for the turtle,
Then realize my foolishness.
Humans, too, know the artificial -
Yearning for natural happiness.

We build up our own glass walls,
And bear children to not see,
That there is life beyond this all,
That offers more than we think we need.

We, too, are like turtles,
Having a purpose to fulfill.
We overcome so many hurdles,
Within glass walls that ****.

All I see,
Is my smile,
And can be viewed as,
"Out of style".

All I see,
Are my eyes,
That I wish,
I could disguise.

All I see,
Is my hair,
Nothing like the others,
so why do I compare.

All you see,
Is my smile,
that could go on,
for many miles.

All you see,
Are my eyes,
That sparkle,
Like the night skies.

All you see,
Is my hair,
That flows,
Out of nowhere.

All I see,
Is nothing like,
What you see.

We are so critical of ourselves,
until we take a step back,
And look around.

A kindly comment
Or a deadly thought
Can equally be delivered
But take a moment
A pause of time
To remember
How each one felt
When dealt

And I will tell you these-
You are so critical
So pessimistic
So insensitive
So unfeeling

You're so disgusting!

How come you judge him?
He is one of a kind
Old soul, but young heart
Just like me

He is one in a million
And so deserving to be loved
By anybody

And you are just like them-
the ones who point their fingers to him
the society who always look by the eyes
and not by the heart and mind
no consideration
what you see is what you get

You are just one of the million...


critical people.

They sell slavery
It's dressed in selfishness
It's called a treat.

We are worthless so we
purchase.

(Do we really see?)

We kept an eye to something different
Ears were open while mind was close
A pole looked straight though it was bent
We kept an eye to something different

In these given days to pray and repent
While a medicine should be taken in dose
We kept an eye to something different
Ears were open while mind was close.

She always look outside her door
Or stay beside her window pane
She wants to know and see much more
Her neighbor’s deeds and what they gain

She has to meet the rich and poor
She always look outside her door
But that motive of yesterday
Gone with the wind, 'twas blown away

She’s now but an observant one
Who always judge and sneers at man
She always look outside her door
Seems she forgot what is life  for

This poor woman, she never know
That now she looks like a scarecrow
While her feet stands flat on the floor
She always look outside her door.