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Shruti Atri Jul 2014
They say we are Different;
But how can that be true?
When all I see,
Is me and you.


Earth is but a ball of dirt,
Devoid of man's treaties;
Still, it sustains within itself
Thousands of different species.

So why by them were these
Distinct separations made?
Why were colours distinguished,
And Humanity left to fade?

What is their purpose
Of praying to God above,
When his creation of a Heart,
They condemn without Love?

They walk the same soil;
They breathe the same air;
They drink the same water,
Then why do they despair?--


It's not Faith as they call it;
It's Vile Hyprocrisy redefined,
That leaks Doubt and Angst
Into a perfectly Tolerant mind.

For they frown at our Choices,
They mock at our Bruise;
They scorn at our Differences,
But our Similarities they refuse!--


It's a matter of the mind,
That plays forth illusions;
*Differences are evasive maneuvers
Against mental intrusions!
Differences are labels born from one's craving for familiarity, and act as shelters to run and hide from the alienness of progress.

— The End —