Aren’t we all made of the same clay?
From a fragile shapeless thing we come, one day
The same obscurity we come from,
The same flesh, the same red flows in everyone
We are made with love and light beyond any dualism
Then, why is there any comparison?
When we all are to blend in the same soil, someday
Then, why humanity is not the identity?
It’s only the good deeds that reflect thy image sublime
The compassionate heart is what makes you define
Being a dark or a fair,
Does it decide the depth of the soul?
Or, the purity one possesses in his life the whole?
Judge not souls from the color, caste, gender, or creed
It’s only the deeds! deeds! And good deeds!
When no difference above, who we are to keep it here
The darkness and ignorance of mind are not loved here, even not there.
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