People
Different colours and clans
Different names and needs
Different spaces and souls
Different reasons and religions
Same edges and egos
Same worries and woes
Same facts and finds
Same grains and greens
Different aims and aesthetics
Different victories and vices
Different saints and sires
Different climates and continents
Same doors and destinations
Same mirrors and mazes
Same soil and sky
Same origins and oscillations
13 Comments:
Different is the same and the same is different! Good poem!!
Heartiest Welcome to you Pat.
I know what you mean by that comment, when this thought came to me and when I was writing I realised differences and similarities in people are like diverging/converging lines, seemingly going away from each other but actually intersecting somewhere.
Thanks for your comments, hope that they keep coming
I liked the paradox(I think) you were trying to create
At the end of the day we are all different but still same
Don't know poetry appreciation anyways, but I liked reading it. It makes you think
You getting better, like it - An Honest Critic
nice one...
Thank you Moses, Rhea, Malcolm and Rajesh.
Good one! Like the repitious use of same and different in the poem. Gives the poem it's feel. Nice message too.
Good rhythm, like the sing song music that goes with it, so tender and feminine, lovely to be reminded that all hearts (big, small, white , black, brown) all beat with the same intrinsic rhythm of LOVE. Can I link?
@Don, thank you. Your words are a great encouragement.Do keep visiting, makes me feel very nice.
@Plus Ultra...welcome to you. Thank you so much for your comments, I am not very confident about my writing, so words like these reassure me. Please free to link, it would be nice to share my thoughts with more people and interact with them.
pat said it all for me
thoughtful piece
thank you
Hello Floots, thank you for your visit. I am a great fan of your work. Hope you come again
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.
- Helen Keller
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