Being Humane ...

As I walk through the avenues of society, I feel it happening all around me. The charisma of friendship, the beauty of love and the smile that people around me put on... make me cheerful within.
But sometimes I encounter the grim face of the world: sometimes in the lies, sometimes in the hatred and sometimes, even the false grins... camouflaging the evil within.

I ignore them the first time, ignore the second but as they keep happening I only end up flinching with the agony of being amongst them, of being myself a human. With my eyes locked to the sky, I wish for that day to come, when from the core of my heart I can say... yes I am a human.

This poem is dedicated to the quality, to the religion called Humanity...

We say we are humans …..

When a colleague gets bruised

Bleeding with the wounds of failure,

We prefer stepping forward the path of life

Leaving him behind to face the wrath of nature.

We say we are humans …...

When an insolvent lonely

Spends his sleepless nights in the streets,

In spite of a life as glamorous as a king

We squander money in short-lived pleasures as if in fits.

We say we are humans …..

Pledging each counterpart of the nation

As our own brother and sister,

We believe in competing

Rather than completing each other.

We say we are humans …..

In spite of having a common aim

And a common religion called humanity,

We fight over hand-made religions

And cut throats of innocents as reverence to the deity.

The time has arrived

To understand, to join hands with each other,

And face the evils together

With peace and non violence, and then we will utter

We are humans…….

Biru

Posted in: Poems (By Birupakhya)