I Was A Blank Sheet

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I was a blank sheet
With no any writing on it
When I was born;
I was a flower blooming
With dew drop wet
When I was a child
With a smiling

Then, everything thrusted into me;
The things that I observed from my parents
The things that I learnt from my teachers
The things that I read from books and doctrines
I, the blank sheet is now full of writing
Devoid of my true essence and my thinking.

You call me a Hindu;
I call you a Buddhist
We call them Muslims and Christians,
Forgetting that we are all human.

Yet, we still have the heart rushing to rescue
A man fell on the road bleeding
May he be a Hindu, Buddhist, Christian
Or a Muslim.

Yet, we have the heart to be pleasant
Looking at a child smiling in the bus or any public place.

Then, I become a blank sheet again
With no any writing on it.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: humane
Kelly Kurt 21 July 2016
A well conceived and nicely written poem, Ponniah. Thank you
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Ponniah Ganeshan 21 July 2016
Thank you Mr. Kelly for your comment on my poem..
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Gajanan Mishra 20 July 2016
we are all human, we should remember
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Ponniah Ganeshan 21 July 2016
Thank you so much for the comment.
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