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

ย Pooja is an educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She has a BSc in Medical, an M.Phil. in English literature and, a B.Ed. degree from Punjab(Chandigarh) University.

She loves to read, write, draw and travel. She finds inspiration from nature and the surrounding people. She is passionate about writing poems and is a regular contributor to several online platforms, where she has won many prizes.ย 

Her poems have been published inย  11 anthologies so far by the various Publishing house and, a few are in process.ย  Two of her poems have recently been selected for two different anthologies by an International press called Sweetycatpress. Her poems have also been published in International magazines like Literoma and Innsaei Journals.

She has recently been awarded with the award of appreciation for the ANNUAL WORDSMITH AWARD 2021 by ASIAN LITERARY SOCIETY.


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