Pooja Mandla
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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Great thought! Wish this could be a practice in real 💚
Thanks you for reading, dear Nikita💚💚
Thought provoking… Wish to see this turn in to reality 💚
Yes,we all wish the thing! Thanks Kirti💚💚
A poem with a lovely message.
Thank you, dear Gauri💚💚
Eternal Question,Nicely put
Thank you, ma’am!💚💚
Great thought.. Loved the concluding lines.
Thank you, dear Sai!💚💚
Such a beautiful thought provoking poem!
Thank you,dear Sheetal💚
Beautiful thought, written beautifully. Loved your poem, Pooja. 💚💚💚
Powerful message. Thought provoking and insightful 💗💗💗
Lovely poem Pooja
Profound verse💚