A potpourri of grains rustled
With afflictions in a void, so vast.
The grains of the stardust
Glistened with pride,
They were all alike.
Those similar grains of stardust
Contrived humanity who made boundaries
The divisions of religion, the difference of colour,
Black, brown, white, yellow.
Everyone will go down the same drain
To become the similar
Handful of stardust again!
©2020 Piyush Singh