Tolerance….Where Is The Limit? Poem by Puspanjali Sahu

May be we can leave this place
and go to mars
right now
at this moment
But do not forget
our feet is still on the earth
where he lives

He
whose day is still measured
by the brightness of sun
and he never felt
he has a mind to think
or a heart to feel
All what he learned
is to work and work
under the shining sun
and in night storms

He does not understand
what you need to live
and can not imagine
your assets price
What he knows and
what he aims
is only a full plate of rice

So don't go to him
and complain
You wanted chicken
and somebody fed you beef

Don't go and tell him
name of brands of your drink
and percentage of alcohol
they carries
Because you can't count
for a drop of water
how many innocent dreams
were buried

Don't go to him
and tell
he should pray in a temple
or lit a candle
before Jesus
Because
with the burden of
filling many empty stomachs
he can be worried
but can not be nervous

Don't go and compel him
to stand before you
or oppose you
because you feel
he needs to speak

You don't know
words started losing their meaning
before him
from the day
he stopped thinking
about the furious wolfs
and started walking in the dark

May be somewhere
inside his mind
he knows
the furious wolfs
can't snatch his muscles
and touch his struggle
Only thing they can do
is...stand on the road
made from sweats of others
and bark

So you don't need to
go to them
and shout
how you feel about the words
he never spell

If possible
please go
and build a way
that will connect
your smile and
his faith