Let All Colors Blossom Poem by Dhiren Doley

Everybody is born in this world
Equally beautiful in their own way
Many colors like a beautiful garden
But the world creates divides;
Same cry
Some hear lullabies, others' tongue shut
Same smiles
Some photographed, others' insulted
Same laughter
Some called joy and others' insanity
Same thirst
Some get nectar, some ignored
While some are omen of good luck
Others considered curse, unwanted burden
Some play in park, buried in dust
Is color not a symbol of beauty?
Some have golden spoons but unsatisfied
Others' hungry teeth with no ability to murmur
Oh sorry, burning fire in the belly!
The want to rise up and say hello
It's not easy, o friends, it's not easy to rise up
when living at the bottom

Can you spare a moment
To think
How many of our brothers live like in hell
An open sky above
Shame around them
Denial of humanity
Ignored, uncared

Can you spare a bit of feeling
To feel with them how much it pains to be at poverty
To offer a drop of tear
For the battling in the streets
Desperate, homeless
Begging I the dark corners of the streets

Can you spare a bit of your strength
And lend your finger
That they may come out the remnants,
shake off the dusts from their bodies,
breath an air of life,
feel like standing; opening their eyes to the vast cosmos
feel a sense of hope and trust

Can you spare a bit of your courage
To speak up for those living lowermost;
The downtrodden
Having not a say what is happening to them
What is being done to them;
Seek what is due to them
What right
The share they have in what we have
We all come into this world
Equally beautiful
Some grow fortunate and dominant
Let us stand up
For those brothers deprived and deserted
The world belong them as it is to us
Let us help them flourish equally with us
Hold their hands and help them looking up
The world will be better place
With all colors blossoming together