Poetry
“I”
These oceans, mountains, deserts, endless fields,
They are mine.
With the rains I dance, with the steams I flow.
In the snow I shiver, in the heat I suffer.
All the people across the planet,
Regardless their color, race, cast,
They all belong to me.
I have no border, no barrier
Every country is free for me.
The age-old customs, cultures, heritages
The beautiful architectures, monuments also the ruins, debris
I am a part of all these
And they also represent me in every aspect possible.
Not some or few but all the smiles, the laughters around the world
I share the happiness with them when they smile.
And when they shed tears, mourn over loss or heartbroken in love.
I stand with them, and cry feeling their pain.
Whenever people die on the street in revolution or starving
I die every time with them.
Every time unarmed, innocent people are killed in war.
They also kill me unknowingly.
All the homeless people and stateless ones.
They are nothing but my counterparts.
As well, the hysteric crowd going insane in celebration.
Being one of them, I cheer and go wild.
I am the Universe
I own the whole world.
I am one with them and they are one with me.
I feel no shame accepting all the wrongs what people have done.
Like that, I feel utterly proud when humans thrive.
End of the day, I am in all and all are in me....
-Shubhro Sinha.
December 22, 2022.
Jan. 9, 2025
Shubhro Sinha
