This Is Our World Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Nothing equates man like sorrow—
on this side of the Bay of Bengal,
on both sides of the Nile,
across the Pacific or the Atlantic.
Sorrow—arising from the loss of man
in man, all included.
They laugh at me for speaking of morality—
all do.
Nothing equates a tree like its green leaves;
man is not so blessed.
Difference is openly celebrated—
the more, the merrier.
Man—tall, bright, colourful, wealthy,
endowed with Claude and Gemini—
yet so small, so distraught, so turbulent,
in fright, in flight.
This is our world.