Voice Of A Different Soul Poem by Zehra Bukhari

Series: Flipside
I am nothing but I mean a lot
Against the gift of Darkness I bought
In trade for my mortality
That hides behind the loathing sea

No answers to my curiosity
Oh the Lord, The Almighty
Some in grace, Some in fear
Of strength that strikes and tear

The sun, the wind, the flowers I see
All around nature tree
Cloudless sky just still and there
Forms a view that was meant to stare

I don't live in the world of yours
Where creation teaches and lores
But differences that each one holds
Who has Luck? What is fair?
When will they learn to share
One's in money, Two's in poverty
I realize that but human can never see...