IDENTICAL IDENTITY

Why not wrap the cloak of  harmony and exfoliate our egos

with soothing ointment of peace present in each human heart?

Let us scrape the epidermis of anger 

and wrap the visible clingfilm of amicability.

Why crave for amassing lands and regions,

when each one of us just needs few inches 

to be mingled with earth one day.

When will  we learn from the infant 

who gets up and walks in spite of innumerable falls.

Isn't it time we too try to provide a hand of love,

each time someone tumbles.

How can we change costumes each day

and not gift Mother earth a new colour of peace?

Incessant wars have drenched it red.

Let us all scrub and vow never to let

a single skirmish of blemish appear on her.

Why not try to erase the painful borders 

of nationality, religion and country in our head

and just accept each other as human?

How does it matter, if I am brown or black or  white,

the colour of blood oozed is the same,

I too feel warmth in my heart, when cared for 

and so do you.

INCHES

The word family meanders course with every turn

me and my sister listened in daze anecdotes

of the rustic fun dad had with his siblings

and mum's warmly braided growing years with hers.

 

My daughter's ears are now filled with

immature catfights of my childhood,

the three year vacuum in my heart 

when my sister wed.

A new family of in laws, brother in laws

became a part of me as I and  my soulmate

later embarked a joint innings.

There were crevices and hills 

yet each pit and each summit 

was crossed with the 

cloak of family gear.

If ever I find myself stripped of the warmth 

of enriched family lifestyles 

I would be left with no armour to face  life.

Any inch of emotional or mental bruise 

of my five decades was stitched with family support.

Blessed am I to pass on these close knit traditions

to my daughter of  sixty three inches.