A Song For Humanity Poem by Seema Aarella

A Song For Humanity

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People of this world are never alike
If god created you,
Even I am his own make.
Flowers in a garden are never the same
What if I am not a Rose?
I am one of my kind.

I am made like this
And this is how I will be
Good, bad or ugly
It’s my own identity
Few things should change of course
But few will not change by force

Like a river we are
Meant to end up in the sea
We know that and we flow.
This warm breath will one day chill
We all know ‘we die’ but still

What my brother will you gain?
By hating your neighbor
And living in pain.
What my brother will u do?
With no loved ones to care
All that happiness is of no use
When u don’t have friends to share.

Though there is nothing between us
We don’t care, but fate does
Our lives were all the same
You and I differ only by name

Though we never loved before
And you never came to my door
From somewhere the hatred came
Ripping us apart so hard
Blowing right into our face
With weapon of caste, creed and race
And we had no weapon to ward


The storm was too strong to withstand
It left love and peace buried in sand
In the name of religion
Came another hurricane
Even the last hope was booted
Humanity on whole was uprooted

Now in the emptiness of this world
The weird ghosts of hatred roam
When we fell, they built their hell
On the ruins of our home

When life was in our hands
We did not care much
Above all, today our fate stands
And now it cares us less

What my brother have you achieved?
When in darkness u have lived
And today you have to learn
It is not riches that u have to earn
It is friendship, the richest of all
A friend will never let u fall.

It is not battles my brother
That you have to win
To win a heart is tough
Still conquer one, that’s enough
The kingdoms u won are equal to dust
When you have won a person’s trust

So, on this short journey of life
As we all walk beside
Why don’t we take a chance?
Don’t bother if I am not your friend
Or not even known
Just love me brother, Love me like your own.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Greenwolfe 1962 09 February 2008

Well, I must say, that you did justice to the title of your poem and that is more than most do. Your sentiment is shared by almost all of mankind. Until he forgets what he is. Your poem, is a timely reminder and is, in its presentation, a gifted one as well. Greenwolfe 1962

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