Treasure Island

Perveiz Ali

((08-02-1988 / Srinagar, j&k)

Choices


Some pray in their own fashion,
Even as others declare their freedom.
Choices made but all seek peace,
All need to develop unbiased instincts.
To carve the way through the labyrinths,
Caves of the mind that we navigate.
Walls laden with nuggets of selfishness,
Floors tiled with wanton indifference.
So many to live and share this earth,
So many tags of racial profiles,
Abundance of various cultures.
What then? Why the biases unchecked?
Why are so many tagged as Alien?
Why is there a caste system in play?
What of equal rights for all humans?
Irrespective of region or ethnicity,
We need to provide for all who are needy,
All to embrace the responsiblity of co-existence!

Submitted: Wednesday, July 09, 2014

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