A poem by Nandini Mehra.
In a world of sorrow i did not make,
a world i was given, i did not take,
let my joy be my quiet rebellion
in a world of hate and walls so high,
where fathers weep and children cry,
let my love be my quiet rebellion
in a world that clothes itself so well,
and wounds that fester, bleed and swell,
let my nakedness be my quiet rebellion
in a world of trade that measures worth,
that takes your soul to warm your hearth,
let empty hands be my quiet rebellion
in a world that tells me you’re the other
you’re not my friend, you’re not my brother,
and we could never be the same,
our different faith, our different name,
can we not find our way to be,
our kinder, gentler way to see,
let our knowing be our quiet rebellion.
Nandini Sen Mehra is a Singapore-based poet and writer with an abiding curiosity about the human condition, the natural world, and the underlying interconnectedness of all things. Her debut book of poetry, Whorls Within, explores her journey into matters of the heart, mind and spirit. It is available at Amazon. She can be followed at Instagram. (www.nandinisenmehra.com)
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