Piyush Murarka


I write what I feel.

No! He is black
Wow! He is white,
Does it matter?
We are all humans,right?

While helping others
We become a cripple,
We have created a dark world
Where people kill people.

Why do we dominate each other
Where is our urbanity?
Being stronger is good
But it somewhere kills humanity.

He belongs to low caste
He belongs to high,
Why we all forget
We all are under the same blue sky.

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