To An Icon Poem by Muzahidul Reza

The Real Icon excellent written

She saw rotten human flesh Instantly she did fresh Not for name and fame But for loving human,

We live in a world that, although it has borders, it is limitless. People can travel anywhere, see anything, experience every feeling that ever existed, but we are not satisfied. We try to impose borders on ourselves, we fight today to be recognized as not belonging to “their community”, to be labeled as part of a smaller group. We fight today to impose limits to a world in which yesterday people have fought so that it didn`t have any. And we applauded them.

I believe in the love we feel for our fellow humans. The love that inspires us to write to a soldier we will never know, or send money to an African child we will never meet. I believe in the love in a smile to a stranger or in cookies for a neighbor. The love packed in shoe boxes every Christmas. That we should know well