Receding Walls
It’s the unfamiliarity, the oblivion That makes us hide behind our walls
It shakes us to the point that
We can’t distinguish the right from wrong
Social animals, we call ourselves
But where does that go, when someone needs help
United we stand and divided we fall
But that doesn’t stop the separatists at all
Distinct cultures and nations all left aside
When it comes to human rights, how many of us do abide
Calls for one another, mean nothing anymore
As the pleas for help all get thrown out the door
Seclusion and solitude are the epitome of bliss
When was it that our world came to this?
Acceptance of diversity isn’t a priority right now
Not when half the world ignores the other half somehow
Humanitarian crises are at the top of the list
And among the things that no one knows exist.
When someone’s embarrassed to ask for help, you know there is a problem
Now it’s up to us to pinpoint and solve them
Whatever we put up to conceal and divide
The rest of the world does too, as it’s got the same things to hide
We’re not quite different, despite our religions and our race
Cause at the end of the day we all have the same problems to face.
I would love to say I’m content with the world as it is
But the truth is that we’ve come to a point where true happiness doesn’t exist
Or rather it doesn’t comply With the fact that all of us are running out of time
Controversies and disagreements are all insecurities in disguise
When myths meet facts, you know they’ll arise
And it’s a punishable offence to say one side is right
Unless the rest of the world agrees with you, then it might be alright
Accusatory you will say I’m being, a pessimist with a big mouth Discouraging everyone from letting satisfaction be found
All of the things I’ve listed may strike fury indeed
But when will they encourage us to build bridges, and let the walls recede
About The Poet
Waahiba, a student of Grade IX at the ‘The Indian International School’. A returning school poet for the third time to this event in a row, Waahiba is a promising young poetess in the making.
Largely creative, meticulous, intelligent and hardworking are a few words her teachers use to describe her. A polite and well-behaved girl, Waahiba is an extremely sensitive person to the happenings around her. A reflection of the same can be seen in her writings.
She is a voracious reader and her command of language are worth appreciating. A spark of creative genius can be seen in any piece of writing she comes up with.
Ideas are generated effortlessly from Waahiba, which she refines with her creative prowess.