All through your life
People will try to classify you
Under different genres and species
Under different races and classes
Under different castes and creeds
The only classification I admit
Is that of a human being
Even that gets blurred
When I sometimes feel
That I am one with the stones, the animals and the trees
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature is a balm for the soul.. I agree, don't try to classify me. We all share our humanity but at the same time, each person is unique. A very thoughtful, poem of truth. Enjoyed. 10++++. Write on kind poetess.