I Met Humanity And She Was Blind Poem by Avinash Nair

It was a normal day
As they usually always say;
With fights alight,
And deaths made right
With masses arguing
And the hunger growing.
Ahh what a sight!
A perfectly normal sight!
For us I would say.

I could just not wait
Any longer in this pouring hate,
The loud thundering noises
And silent puddles and sober voices,
So drenched in uncertainty
I knocked the doors,
The doors of humanity.
I always thought of humanity
As a woman
A beautiful woman
With a beautiful smile,
With lustrous skin
And a dimpled chin
With tender eyes
And a kind voice.

But I was surprised
Shocked to be precise
And I must say
As she opened the doors
And stood in the doorway
I let out a whimper, comprised
Of pain and sadness.
For I could see humanity
And she was old
Her nimble fingers clutched onto
The stick of Hope,
Her cataract eyes looking into
The darkness, her wrinkled skin
Dry from despair
Her feeble voice
That could hardly dare
To speak out, to plead
To end this hatred
And see what was in need.

Poor old Lady
Our humanity
I feel sorry for thee,
For dost thou know
What crimes have been committed in insanity,
As they usually always say for humanity?