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.

Pooja Mandla

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Written by Pooja Mandla

An educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She likes to enjoy little things in life, not waiting for the bigger ones to come her way.Β  She had done her graduation in the medical stream but often was lost in the literal beauty of words. So after graduation, she studied literature and did her MPhil in English. She believes that the secret ingredient for spreading happiness is writing. So, whenever her energetic kids permit, she expresses her thoughts in words. Writing keeps her going and has given a new shape to her life.



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