I know
our guise
changes
in time
forming
depressions, folds
and lines
sagging
underneath the weight of
Judgment
and dust
collected every minute
with the air we breathe
and on we go
changing and changing and changing
and transforming
But wouldn’t it be
so much better
I wonder
And I wonder –
Would
you still
look the way you do
If
your face resembled
your deeds
And
your thoughts.
If not all of them
even a few of them
And if
and your guise wasn’t really
a surmise of your genes.
and yet
There are
advocates and advisors
of law and equality?
When
It seems like
Even the nature did
Not intend
Transparency.
If only
you resembled
your deeds
I’d be
One
Folly less.
Shivi Writes 