Perception
I can see
Oh!
How God has blessed me!
I can see
I differentiate colours
I witness the beautiful day
I stare at the daily expressions
I see the cruelty surrounding me
I glance at the poverty and blink it away
I stare at the horror on a screen
Flinch
And click exit.
Oh!
How God has punished me!
I shouldn't have to turn away
When I see something
That pains me
I should
see
And be prepared to
Help
And
Instead
See the difference a human can make.
I see the beauty and the cruelty
I chose both
Because
How do I appreciaete life
When I am given a blessing
And choose
To look at everything the same?
I squint at the sun that hits my eyes
And I'm sure
Whoever is staring at the sun right now
Isn't seeing it the same as me.
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