By Pradeep Nithiyanantham
From the depths of my soul,
To the world, for a new goal,
Let my words thunder,
In each mind, to ponder.
I envy the egalitarian garden,
Where colors shine without burden.
All colors blend with pride,
No shadow cast by fear to hide.
From herbs, shrubs, and trees,
To bugs, beetles, and bees,
In harmony, their friendship grows,
With no chance for grooves.
The garden whispers in the breeze,
A plea for justice, harmony, and peace:
“Discrimination, quit your reign,
Embrace the joy where none are pained.”
To my world, let us inspire,
And bring a change without despair.
Learn from our wrongs,
To make ourselves so strong.
Caste and creed, once walls so tall,
Must collapse, fade, and gently fall.
For in our hearts, a truth we hold:
That every story must be told.
No one should face a future dim,
Based on the color of their skin,
Or the faith they keep, or the name they bear,
For justice calls, demanding fair.
To my world, this call I send:
For every wound, a chance to mend.
Let not our differences divide,
But cherish them with equal pride.
Together, we can break the chains,
Of ancient wrongs, of needless pains.
In euphony, let voices blend,
For discrimination’s reign to end.
It would be a tranquil world,
Free from those former biases.
We would all be together,
With glee, aegis, and snug.