#unityindiversity - Hello Poetry

… L 🪶 J … We built these walls— brick by belief, fear by fear… then wondered why the world felt smaller than it should. Names divide us— Muslim, Christian, Jew, Hindu… labels louder than the truth we all breathe the same air. What if we paused— not to argue, but to listen… to the quiet human voice beneath every doctrine? Faith was meant to— lift, not fracture, guide, not guard… yet we sharpen it into lines we dare each other to cross. And still— there is kindness in every corner… hands reaching past the noise, hearts refusing to harden. I don’t want power— no stage, no crown, no control… just a world where we walk free without fear in our shadows. No borders drawn— no lines in sand to defend… just footsteps crossing freely, side by side, unafraid. My religion? simple as breath— love, given… no colour, no creed required, no permission to belong. I see it still— a world unbroken, whole, awake… not perfect, but choosing peace again, and again, and again. And maybe dreams— are not escape at all… but quiet blueprints waiting for hands like ours to build them into the real. … L 🪶 J … By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

A DREAM OF UNITY

… L 🪶 J … We built these walls— brick by belief, fear by fear… then wondered why the world felt smaller than it should. Names divide us— Muslim, Christian, Jew, Hindu… labels louder than the truth we all breathe the same air. What if we paused— not to argue, but to listen… to the quiet human voice beneath every doctrine? Faith was meant to— lift, not fracture, guide, not guard… yet we sharpen it into lines we dare each other to cross. And still— there is kindness in every corner… hands reaching past the noise, hearts refusing to harden. I don’t want power— no stage, no crown, no control… just a world where we walk free without fear in our shadows. No borders drawn— no lines in sand to defend… just footsteps crossing freely, side by side, unafraid. My religion? simple as breath— love, given… no colour, no creed required, no permission to belong. I see it still— a world unbroken, whole, awake… not perfect, but choosing peace again, and again, and again. And maybe dreams— are not escape at all… but quiet blueprints waiting for hands like ours to build them into the real. … L 🪶 J … By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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I am yellow, I am brown, I am white, I am black Underneath it all, I am just a beating heart! I wonder what you see when you look at me, Oh just tell me, you are colour blind!

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Mar 16, 2021

Mar 16, 2021 at 6:08 AM UTC

AMREEN

Colour blind

I am yellow, I am brown, I am white, I am black Underneath it all, I am just a beating heart! I wonder what you see when you look at me, Oh just tell me, you are colour blind!

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Handed down through the ages, Humanity in hearts and reverance for the sages. This place is more like a heaven on Earth, Myriad of religions are taken here birth. Our emperors were too kind to invade any country, Million of channels telecast it's documentary. Jai Hind and Satyamev Jayte resides in our heart, Our sand handles both a motor and a cart. The holy Ganga flows from the bottom of Himalayas, So is worshipped for being called a gift like Matthias. The Himalayan is fit like a crown on our mother's head, Climatic variations and monsoon rainfall are so evenly spread. World's economy has an immense eminence of zero, Invented by Aryabhatta; Ramanujan- the Maths hero. Bhagat Singh, Laxmi Bai had been an epitome of strength, Education is vastly spread and immeasurable in length. Variety of raiment is seen in every state, Twenty two languages and each with a feel of sedate. Vendors working daily amidst tumults on roads, Poetry scribbled by poet as their respectful odes. Colours of rainbow is reflected here well, Luscious cuisines grabs heed by the smell. Geeta, Qur'an, Adi Granth and Bible, At different hours, they worship their idols. Vaisakhi, Christmas, Holi and Eid we stand together as a pillar in every need. Writings are not only read in books, But scripted on walls, painting on hooks. Folk arts, tribal arts, feet beating on rhythm, Dance forms are many, depicting their vision. Here, women are treated equal to men, Delhi and Mumbai got their place in the list of wen. We treat our guests as the heavenly God, One can visit here either by plane or brod. Weddings are held by following every ritual, Our ways may differ but our hearts are mutual. With so much of glory do not mistake it as Neverland, As this Golden bird does not fly but stays on land.

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Apr 15, 2020

Apr 15, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC

anshika-raj

India: An annasach country

Handed down through the ages, Humanity in hearts and reverance for the sages. This place is more like a heaven on Earth, Myriad of religions are taken here birth. Our emperors were too kind to invade any country, Million of channels telecast it's documentary. Jai Hind and Satyamev Jayte resides in our heart, Our sand handles both a motor and a cart. The holy Ganga flows from the bottom of Himalayas, So is worshipped for being called a gift like Matthias. The Himalayan is fit like a crown on our mother's head, Climatic variations and monsoon rainfall are so evenly spread. World's economy has an immense eminence of zero, Invented by Aryabhatta; Ramanujan- the Maths hero. Bhagat Singh, Laxmi Bai had been an epitome of strength, Education is vastly spread and immeasurable in length. Variety of raiment is seen in every state, Twenty two languages and each with a feel of sedate. Vendors working daily amidst tumults on roads, Poetry scribbled by poet as their respectful odes. Colours of rainbow is reflected here well, Luscious cuisines grabs heed by the smell. Geeta, Qur'an, Adi Granth and Bible, At different hours, they worship their idols. Vaisakhi, Christmas, Holi and Eid we stand together as a pillar in every need. Writings are not only read in books, But scripted on walls, painting on hooks. Folk arts, tribal arts, feet beating on rhythm, Dance forms are many, depicting their vision. Here, women are treated equal to men, Delhi and Mumbai got their place in the list of wen. We treat our guests as the heavenly God, One can visit here either by plane or brod. Weddings are held by following every ritual, Our ways may differ but our hearts are mutual. With so much of glory do not mistake it as Neverland, As this Golden bird does not fly but stays on land.

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