by sehba ahmedi
Why is it that we fail to see?
Why is it that we refuse to
To see another's point of view,
To wear his shoes,
to take his seat.
Why do we engrave our opinions and
Why do we fix and bind and seal our minds?
so very sure that we are right,
It's the others who are are
Why do we feel wronged and hurt?
Why do we
feel like our honour is on the line?
To hear another say-
think my way,
To accept that his view is, just as fine.
Who is to say what's wrong, what's right?
Who is to say
by what we should abide?
To see past our egos and imaginary
To push the mirage of self righteousness aside.
How hard is it to let go?
How hard it is to step down
from our perch high?
To understand what another says and why,
To not at his assumed ignorance sigh.
I have seen it
often and a lot,
People vigorously argue and scream.
don't you see how right I am?
Come see just what I mean.
It's not about sense and sensibility,
Truly some know and
some know not,
It's just that in the moment of heat,
see the tolerance you've got.
Everybody is right and
everybody is wrong,
At some point or some other time.
all about how much dignity you have,
If with differences in
opinions you are fine.
Here winning or losing is not,
Imposing your will on minds and hearts.
It's about whether
you could open your mind,
And walk in another's shoes for a