Human

By Ridhima Khajuria

At times I wonder how many

Kinds of feelings do exist,

They make you laugh or cry or in

Rage, you clench your fist.

It’s quite deceptively complex, tho

No, there’s no guarantee

Who knows how you color your face

Emotions confuse in reality.

She grew up facing tragedies

Her life’s a literal hell,

But still, she smiles and loves

Why, God, is that fair?

Seas across, the couple’s proud

Their son won his first gold,

Then tell me, why, betraying joy

It’s tears that their eyes hold?

We laugh when blinded by rage,

Fake confidence when life’s a mess,

Love the beings that annoy us,

A mind of its own, our heart has.

How joyful rainbows spawn from

Saddening downpours and scorching sun,

Your creations bemuse like sentiments 

God, I guess it just makes us human.

By Ridhima Khajuria