Thursday, March 18, 2010

From my window

Viewing the world from a small window
In the chamber of my existence
Through the mesh of prudence and prejudice
I admire the sunshine radiant upon this majestic tree
Quite erroneous, yet held high
Its random branches and an all enveloping canopy
Conceal its rotting undergrowth in its pleasant green
Cloaking the eyes of the likes of me
From seeing beyond its resilient reality
Restrictive, yet, I’m grateful, for it is protective
Its sap’s hues nurture the majority of life
This unbreakable inexorable machinery
Is too opaque for me to dare consider any likelihood
It crushed several lower lives underneath it
To grow colossal consuming the gifts of nature
In its own free right, thus it shelters greater lives
Than those it trampled to exist

Through some loopholes in its awning
My small window of vision
With its preconceived mesh of notions
Glimpses a struggling shrub
Beautiful like all nature’s brood
But horrid to my predisposed train of thought
It grapples for water, sunlight and soil
As rightfully its as the tree
All fairly being Gaia’s children
The behemoth seizes even its meagre necessity
Claiming its superior survival against the lowly shrub
Its divine ancestry against the unholy weed
Its existence natural and the shrub a global pollution
Though their mysterious antecedents are only common
Even in the chronicles of the tree’s own civilization

Higher lives of the tree’s shade hack away at this ugly shrub
Unknowing, unwilling to understand, accept or embrace
Diversity as a part of nature, choosing to be ignorant instead
Of the life and lives in the shrub’s microcosm
Sheltering a minority, but souls
Different but daring a niche in their unique way
As rightful attitudes as yours or mine
Some may flee to live with the tree instead
Surviving, yet torn between two states of realization
One oppressed, buried but they can identify with
The other established and accepted but coldly foreign to their individuality
What could you choose between condemnation and damnation?

Despite pacification amidst bigoted citizens of the tree
That they are unshakeable, relentless, and proper
The shrub will rise, and rise like a tempest
Claim and retrieve its inheritance from the dominant siblings
Even as I look down upon it with conformist disgust

Pray that some day this mesh of bias is torn away
Crave that we see the world not from a narrow casement
But after stepping out open and smelling the fair fragrant air
Yearn that some day the tree’s canopy shelters the shrub
Allows it space to nourish in its unique way
Open the doors to cherish that day
When all nature’s brood is
Legitimized, none bastardized

3 comments:

  1. Embrace diversity... Stop being oppressive. Dedicated to the LGBT community and those few broad minded people who accept differences willingly...

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