Only One Definition

Words and asterisks,
They go together.
Bleeding, draining
The page of colour.
Judge, judge, judge
They do
Till their belly bloats
And their mind gloats.
Behind a screen,
Safe and cowardly,
They fill up their tanks
With other’s misery.

We’re asked to
Hush, hush, hush.
Haters gonna hate.
To do anything,
It’s too late.
Spreading, changing
These stories of mine.
Gives you a good laugh,
Then is it fine?
I’m not the me
You’ve painted.
I’m not the me
You’ve underrated.

I’m all that I believe
And all that I know.
Tsk tsk tsk, there’s
Only one definition
With which I glow.
Mine.

 

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If Jobs Didn’t Pay..

As the earth goes round,
New professions sprout.
But what if our careers
Didn’t pay us?

A job could be to money
As a stone is to a tissue-
Inconsequential.
Irrelevant.

Perhaps then we’d earn
On our character, certain points.
To be collected, spent,
Gifted and valued.

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A liminal bot programmed
To grant us fair wages
Would then call, “Next!”
As every being lined up
To receive their worthy share.

Could our careers then
Be free of any hassle,
That may stoop to
Undermine its importance.

Could our careers then
Be our own and not
Tarnished by other’s opinions.

A just world that would be.
A happy realm of
Blooming passions and
Voluntary learning.

If only our jobs were to money,
What a stone is to a tissue.
If only our characters
Were more than judged.

– Meera.