Wednesday, November 28, 2012

We're Not Very Different

I walk in the corridors, my head bent low, buried beneath my worldly burdens.
Either it's a test or a fight with a friend, either it's the yearning for more pocket money or the secret wish to be able to fly.
There's somebody in those very corridors. She's neither a student nor a teacher. Yet, she visits my school everyday. Her worries do not revolve around what to study or what to wear. She worries whether her children will have food to eat when they go to sleep at night.

We are not very different, she and I. 
She breathes the same air I breathe,
walks the same earth I walk on,
sees the same red that I see,
she has worries; well so do I,
she's a daughter, a friend and a console-er; well so am I.

She puts the broom away, she takes a sigh. All the messy classrooms seem polished.
I notice the sadness in her eyes and realise that taking time out for her won't turn my world upside down.

And yet, as I stand with her, listening to her as she motivates me to stay strong.
She's determined. She cries, I cry too. We weep over the blindness of this world.

And, as I turn to go away,
there's just one thought that seems to stay.
I catch her eye,
'Why are we considered so different, You and I?'
You're called poor, I'm called rich and yet we're the same as time flies by.



She did turn my world upside down in ways she would never know.



10 comments:

Raajii said...

It has happened to me a few times - all such people are all around us and are just invisible. I am glad you wrote about this - it's an important reminder to all of us.

:-)

Momina said...

Words are beyond me. I love how you select different topics and put them into light with your skill. It's wonderful!

Lubaina E. said...

@Raajii. Sure is. We do get carried away at times.

@Momina. Well, my writings usually depend on my moods :)

♥●• İzdihër •●♥ said...

amazing!

Arlee Bird said...

Very beautifully expressed. This is a universal experience. The poor are always with us. Perhaps its better to be materialistically poor then poor in spirit.

Lee
A Faraway View

CREATIVE MIND said...

Hi dear..Your posts are so Nice..I enjoy reading whenever I visit..I wonder how a school student can be so smart :) hehe(I am univ student & not so smart as you are)..sweety you are so cool..keep it up..keep sharing..

Yusra Hussain said...

This class division, rich & poor. It saddens me big time. We're all the same.

Nida said...

We all have such experiences in our lives. We're all the same but have different stories. Just that.
:)

Nataliya Khan said...

This is just beautiful beyond words! Just came here via the comment you left and I'm in love. Will be adding you to my google reader. Thanks so much for your sweet comment!

Lubaina E. said...

@Izdiher. Thankyou :)

@Arlee. Now that's very beautifully put Lee :)

@Creative Mind. Haha. Khadija, I just work on my writing and grammar skills almost everyday. The aim's to write an amazing novel one day :)

@Yusra. WORD! B)

@Nida. True. And different situations too at times.

@Nataliya. I am truly honored :)