My dear friend,
tomb stones, death or its silence...
would not bring a chart from its possession
to categorize which race you belong
or you black or white or colored
earth doesn’t quiver to shatter dreams
of a group or a volcano never erupts to
dry dreams of a segment
Rain showers for all
Sun is source for all
Universe a place for all to share
their space to experience,
share happiness and sorrows
It is not a language you speak
formulate a difference
It is a language you use in right
format makes a difference
learn the wisdom of
life that is same for all...
Rema Prasanaa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/learn-the-wisdom-of-life-2/
