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Celebrating Differences





Why is it, O Nature,
That you decided against making replicas.
Off the same note that start and at the same note which end,
O why a different canvas.

Why did you choose to keep a few things characteristic,
I wonder why there couldn’t be a precise simulation.
Why did you deter from a canon,
That if stuck to could have aided civilisation.

Why did you paint such a lot of pictures,
Could have gone to Gates and he’d have told you about copy-paste.
Why did you need to innovate to sculpt,
Perhaps you thought against the haste.

Why did you take the bother,
Couldn’t you have taken it with a pinch of salt.
Hadn’t you ever looked at a looking glass,
If you had on civilisation why did you arrange this assault?

Why is it that even if I go years globetrotting,
I won’t see another ‘so-and-so’?
Why doesn’t to a doctor’s sight appear a retina or a fingerprint,
That’s already occurred in their record before?

Why does my anticipation of finding a pen of identical efficiency,
To the one I hold get shattered?
Why when I hope to do it with comparative precision,
Do my dreams fall in tatters?

A painter painted o so lovely a portrait,
Another in town suppressed his amazement to plainly state that he could do the same.
But efforts in vain, he ended up with a piece of art,
Whose segments in a number were distorted and the colour choice a shade too tame.

Why does the light fall on this wall and not that one too,
Distinguishing between the similarity of the colours that have so adroitly been brushed across.
Why can one not write with such uniformity,
That it’s not required to manoeuvre a cross?

The world, I realise is meant to be
A place whose confines don’t hold more than one somebody.
Someone who can draw, someone who can dance,
Someone who can do somersaults and prance.
Someone who can sing, someone for whom ‘Swing’s the Thing’,
While the pen gets going for the creative kings.


Waking up from bed, swirling is the head,
With the name of an idol ‘so-and-so’.
But the mind’s clogging gets unclogged, when I give myself the prod,
That the best person to be is me, and lo!

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