May be I am not your enemy

Strip me - not just of my clothes,
My skin, my flesh, my bones.
Look straight into my bare soul,
Is it not mirror image of your own?

Then what makes you think I am,
Any different than who you are?
Look closer and you will find,
My conscience bears the same invisible scars.

Yes, may be the journeys are different,
Our destinations are all the same,
Stop wearing these shades of prejudiced ignorance,
May be I am not your enemy, may be… a friend.

~RavS

## Many times we make artificial differences between us, thinking of each other based on color, caste, race, religion even gender. So, our initial reaction is to form a negative perception for an ‘outsider’. But, inside we all want the same thing, a little bit of love. So, why the hate? ##