The game of sharing

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Sharing is a maze

You are either in or out

There is no in between

 

You may choose to be a hermit

Sharing from and with the universe

There is no out once you have signed up

 

You can agree to be a lover

Sharing possibilities of adoration 

There is no fitful sharing of love

 

You can commit to being a soldier

Sharing death on grieving knees in battlefields 

There is no looking away from that collective destiny

 

You can live the sibling dream

Sharing ice cream, insecurities, jokes

There is no trading of memories in exchange for personal space

 

You may like to be religious 

Sharing the vastness with those that see only boundaries

There is no excuse for ignoring the gift of thanks

 

You can champion voices

Sharing words in infinite passages of speech

There is no reason for fear of questioning

 

Sharing has just one rule

The rule of not being meek

Sharing is a participative sport

The brilliance of its medals

Is in its essential nature 

 

Sharing is a map that is marked by 

  • bodies 
  • speech
  • freedom
  • space
  • questions
  • education
  • books
  • civilizations 
  • Allah, Jesus, Buddha, Ram

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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