Ahmed
Ahmed
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Right Cups

Seven billion warm souls in this world,
Vessels to be filled.

Some full, some empty, all in the cold,
Half frozen, half fluid.

A cup of bright warm joy in their right,
Always full of goodness.

A cup of dark sorrow in their left,
Always full of darkness.

Seven billion warm souls in this world,
Looking for friends to pour.

From their right cup to their vessels cold,
Bright warm joy more and more.

But we pour more from cups of sorrow,
'Coz we fight all the wrong wars.

We pay our "enemies" with horror,
Knowing not to cover scars.

Seven billion warm souls in this world,
For heaven they will leave their nests.

Knowing not what is out is always cold,
And that their treasure,
Their own treasure,
Is to be found,
In their own right cups!

~4shade17

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Ahmed

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INTJ | muslim | medical student | srilankan | bookworm | unapologetically political | ~Ignore what you must~