Redefining Wonder
Sometimes I Wonder at how amazingly the World is created
May be by the One wearing a white, or a saffron or the one with a skull cap
But who cares. Its an amazing art that He created. OR may be a She.
Like a child, painting its heart out, pouring every feeling inside
Or may be like a professional artist trying to define the feeling giving 'em a form
But who cares, all we can do is look at it. Be amazed for what it is
Rather than worrying about the dominant colors used,
Whether or not its feminine or masculine in nature and looks
The Gods created just the two types of humans and the only means to communicate being Love
The whole world to dance around, play, make Love in and live
while the man molests the woman and the woman says 'Me Too'
And the means of communication being the society and cameras
If only the language wasn't fancier, costlier and filled with focus lights
But a simple, strong and honest one like it was intended to be
There wouldn't be a reason to close the eyes and get wet dreaming about strangers!
I wonder if the wedding cards are written with words of Love
Or painted in Green or as they say the currency bill ship in various colors
Chase the big dreams built on top of big dreams built with walls made of money
Sigh and grieve at the castles on top of the mountains
The devils live there but who cares as long as the castle keeps us warm
As long as the cold winter nights don't spoil out good night sleep
While the coins melt and burn all night long to keep us warm!
There isn't a place to sit by and write a good poem I wonder
Not in this World for the society rejects the words of a simple man
Words as simple as Love could be called a religious malice to trap people
Treasure it away for the worlds doesn't require simple words
Poems inherited, extracted from someone else's words,
written in fancy words and ancient texts, twisted and crooked yet soothing
Sometime I wonder what religion the God above practiced
Whether its a Man or a Woman
Rich or Poor...
I wonder
May be by the One wearing a white, or a saffron or the one with a skull cap
But who cares. Its an amazing art that He created. OR may be a She.
Like a child, painting its heart out, pouring every feeling inside
Or may be like a professional artist trying to define the feeling giving 'em a form
But who cares, all we can do is look at it. Be amazed for what it is
Rather than worrying about the dominant colors used,
Whether or not its feminine or masculine in nature and looks
The Gods created just the two types of humans and the only means to communicate being Love
The whole world to dance around, play, make Love in and live
while the man molests the woman and the woman says 'Me Too'
And the means of communication being the society and cameras
If only the language wasn't fancier, costlier and filled with focus lights
But a simple, strong and honest one like it was intended to be
There wouldn't be a reason to close the eyes and get wet dreaming about strangers!
I wonder if the wedding cards are written with words of Love
Or painted in Green or as they say the currency bill ship in various colors
Chase the big dreams built on top of big dreams built with walls made of money
Sigh and grieve at the castles on top of the mountains
The devils live there but who cares as long as the castle keeps us warm
As long as the cold winter nights don't spoil out good night sleep
While the coins melt and burn all night long to keep us warm!
There isn't a place to sit by and write a good poem I wonder
Not in this World for the society rejects the words of a simple man
Words as simple as Love could be called a religious malice to trap people
Treasure it away for the worlds doesn't require simple words
Poems inherited, extracted from someone else's words,
written in fancy words and ancient texts, twisted and crooked yet soothing
Sometime I wonder what religion the God above practiced
Whether its a Man or a Woman
Rich or Poor...
I wonder
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