The sky is so vast,
so divinely made,
Whether it is a blue,
purple or a fiery red.
The sky is the sky,
it's beauty never diminishing,
There's no discrimination here,
all shades look enchanting.
So why do you segregate
people on their skin?
Coffee brown or milky pale,
it shouldn't matter to the bonded kin.
The skin will be the sacred place
just as sky is eternal,
Because one is coloured differently, why think of him as infernal?
We never thought the sky was less
enchanting when hour was late,
Then why show prejudice
for a shade darker than B68?
Stand up for the fair skinned
as you stand up when the sky is light,
Be open towards the dark skinned
as you open up under the sky of night.
We love the sky
in all of it's shades,
Show humanity to humans,
regardless of their trade.
After all, we all are
simply people,
Of different colours
and lives simple.
Living under the same,
every changing chamaeleon sky,
Our actions, our words
should not make others cry.
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Acceptance comes in all shades, all forms. Many a times we forget that, don't we? We try to enforce our idea of normality onto others. But all we need to is look up and see at the sky, to remind ourselves of a world than so much bigger than us. That encompasses every individual, full of vibrant, bright, dark ideas equally under its cover.
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