COMING TO HIS SENSES By Rimmi Singh

Updated: Jun 16



Behind the cracked window pane,

I saw him.

Barely noticeable.

Trying to surface.


His eyes

filled with fear.


The smell of pain

all around him.


The unmistakable sound

of silence everywhere.


The taste of injustice

overwhelming him.


The dirt of racism

touching him.

Breathe, Boy, Breathe.

What torments you?


"LIVES.

BLACK LIVES.

THEY MATTER??"

Behind the cracked window pane,

I saw him. Again.

Noticeable now.

Keen to surface.


His eyes

filled with hope.


The smell of courage

all around him.


The unmistakable sound

of justice everywhere.


The taste of equality

uplifting him.


The beauty of unity

touching him.


Breathe, Boy, Breathe.

What inspires you?


"LIVES.

BLACK LIVES.

THEY MATTER!"


wishing you all unconditional love & blessings,

Rimmi

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Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the Self

~ Bhagavad Gita