a scourge
Of mankind.
Hate
A person
Before we talk and walk
That is no way Right.
It is every way Wrong.
want a special
kind
Of prejudice.
wish to pre-judge
Everyone
beautiful
Lovely
gorgeous
Redeemed
Forgiven
And
love them
feel them
like them
Before speak to them
Or hear them speak.
Before know them personally
who they are.
from where
what color
what cast
what creed
My special own
Prejudice.
Beautiful and touching! Thank you for share this poem for us.
A nice outlook. Well envisioned and aptly presented. Beautiful poem. Many thanks dear Anita for sharing such intensive poem....10
Superb, a human nature well explored. With prejudice mind all questions creep up like what colour, what caste, what creed and we get divided based on these silly things missing out the vital part........100 on 10.
yes right mohammed.. thanks for reading, i am happy you took time for reading
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
save the readers from prejudice