Be it kings, commoners no less,
Know, humanness is not in dress.
In rage nor yet is it in love,
A raging sage has it no less.
Words nor manners make any case,
In kindness, not in mere embrace.
Not oft traced in a holy place,
In act, not just in kindly face.
Faced on Judgment Day upon death,
It’s not in lifetime’s tall address.
It is in lifelong commitment,
Not when life breaks for short recess.
It's not something in an oath to confess,
Humane to be, not else is humanness.
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Ghazals |06.01.2023| humanity
HUMANNESS
-the quality of being human-
Angels or Demons?
No, we are Humans.
We preach divinity or devilish?
No, we preach Humanity.
Oh! Although in the logical world!
Divinity is for the divines, not us.
Devilish is for the demons, positively not us again.
We are the Humans,
Alike the atomic particles of the universe.
We don’t know how vast the circle or oval we are concealed in.
Surely, we do know how tiny complex creatures we are.
Up above the sky, is there a heaven?
None ever spotted it.
Core to the earth, is there a hell?
None ever dug into it till now.
But even today we believe those stories of angels and demons,
Utterly invisible to us.
Sarcastic isn’t it?
Yes, it is!
Wait though, take a moment to perceive those straightly circling us.
What’s it?
Not a puzzling sight though!
It’s us. We the Humans.
On this wise, let’s believe in us.
Let’s believe the humans all over.
Let’s preach the sole thing viewable to us, the Humanity!
Let’s celebrate the humanness in us!
On the factual, we all are *****sapiens with 1500 cc brain.
Thus, let us be a Human amid Humans.
A piece of poetry on Humanity by
HARIPRIYA PP
Delicate dream pinching me this morning
Urging me to go out among the people and reach them,
To teach them to open up their hearts and love each other
People are unfulfilled, because they are islands
Lost in the bowels of themselves, praying to electronic devices.
Sitting next to others who also have their gods in their laps
They are further apart than they have ever been.
No one touching, talking, speaking, or listening.
Delicate dream pinching me softly, urging me to enlighten them.
To remind them of their humanness, to enlist the sound of silence
So she can help me show them how to mediate, and mediate.
How to get back the inner peace, possibly restore their families.
Written: 8-02-2019
Contest: Sound of Silence – SOS
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Soft, fragile bodies
We’ve all glued things on for protection
Knives, metal plates, bits of broken glass
So when we get close, your nails sink surprisingly into my back
At the same moment the diamond shard on my face mall your eyes.
We cry
Then smile and promise things will be the same
“You’re still beautiful,” you say
“No one will even notice,” I reply
But even after the blood stops rushing and is cleaned away
After the wounds heal and are all but forgotten
The scars remain.
But perhaps
That is part of being human.
Maybe if we weren’t so afraid of dying
We wouldn’t arm ourselves in destructive protection
Maybe if we weren’t in denial
The scares would fade.
Or become truly beautiful.