Life As It Is Poem by Shemsi Elsani

Weird when seeing people out of normality
Walking among the normalizers
It's even weirder to think of oneself neither in those crowds nor outside the crowds
Standing out there, in the very same atmosphere
Breathing the same polluted air, strolling on the same land
Projecting self righthoeus of proclaimed civilized beings
Being carried away by the outmost emotions of self-ness

There're who coloured, in every arrays spectrums, homogenously distributed
Why should there be differences?

There're who size-up above, skywards high, and who size-down below, of almost non-existance
Why should there be descrepencies?

There're who being hated above all and being luxuriously loved unconditionally
Why should there be favouritism?

There're who being there with significant purposes and who being there for the sake of being somewhere
Why should there any uncertainties?

There're who travelled thousands of miles to be there and who has travelled but there
Why should there be distances?

There're who throwing notes splendidly and there're who begged for a life
Why should there be distinction?

There're who gracefully crafted and who to be out of creation
Why should there be discrimination?

Strolling across the busy streets, in the middle of nowhere
Collecting thoughts and inspirations
Being hit by speeding creatures to the intoxication dizziness
Awakening self mirrorring images
Would it possible for each of us to be feeling the same things?
Alienated among the aliens?
Or being different out of homogenousity?