I sit, letting myself be merged
By the sceneries surrounding me
And can help not but wonder
About the intelligence behind
The shaping of this world!
Not only is it self sustaining
But, it also knows
How to keep its truth
Hidden from our gaze!
All around me are humans
All seeming to look like each other
But each one, having,
Engraved upon his soul,
A uniqueness which remains
His own God gifted water jug,
Meant to be carried and
To be displayed
As long as it would be required!
Some have jugs made of abilities,
Some, of intelligence,
Some others, of leadership skills
And some, of elocution talents,
While some carry,
The poetic art!
Yet, at the same time, all of them
Are made of the same features,
Having in them, the same blood,
The same bones, the same
And even the same mindsets!
The abilities inhabiting each of them
Are meant to be valued
As if they were precious gemstones
Excavated from deep underground
Even if for some,
The shine is as bright as diamonds
While for others, it is as dull
As burnt charcoal!
The abilities of one and all
Are that which give us our identity
And we are expected,
To be able to see between the folds
Of the fake designs that
Are tattooed upon ourselves
So that we get to identify
That which makes us beautiful
In our differences!