By Debllina Mallick
O Creature, how do I know you are Human?
Is it when you feel pity for a hungry homeless baby, or, anger towards unjustily implemented levy?
Fear for your child's safety or indignation at being labelled a jinxed lefty?
Anxiety over your mother's ill health or
desire to amass huge riches and wealth?
Grief over losing your father to death or contentment upon watching a sleeping baby's peaceful breath?
Terror upon detecting a lump over your breast or gratitude for the beating heart in your chest?
Shame at being caught sneaking in your boyfriend or eagerness at jumping on the bandwagon of Paris' latest fashion trend?
Compassion for the female colleague running late or resignation towards the unyielding nature of your fate?
Disbelief at landing your deam project or revelry in marrying your childhood friend?
Wonder over your substantial culinary prowess or swag upon wearing your favorite party dress?
Pride for your novels receiving critical acclaim or fury over having to digest your inlaws' ridiculous blames?
Envy over your friend's expensive jewel , or disillusionment from your workplace's monotonous gruel?
Kindness towards a stray dog writhing in pain or loathing for the local MLA utilizing abbhorrent methods for political gain?
Distrust towards your partner habitually coming home late or sympathy for the classmate bullied for being overweight?
Trust over the Guru entrusted with ushering in unfathomable realms or awe of the almighty at Creation's helm?
Tenderness for the infant suckling at its mother's breast or warmth for the loving spouse whose name adorns your chest?
Disgust towards the ugly tantrums thrown at anger's behest or respect for the people uncovering karmas's jest?
Gratitude towards the parents sacrificing themselves for their children's sake or inspiration from those souls who manage to stay calm in negativities' wake?
Contempt for the society denigrating women's place or empowerment upon receiving the Almighty's grace?
Devotion towards the benevolent entity you acknowledge as your deity or admiration for your daughter who grew up to become extremely pretty?
Confidence in humankinds' resilient spirit or love for the entire creation full of beauty and grit?
No.
I am human when I feel absolutely still from deep within, even amongst lives countless blings.