Catastrophic PrivilegeA Poem by Simran KewlaniDestruction paved the way for the planet to breathe again.
You look at the world through your rose coloured privilege, your perception of reality so far from what it actually is,
Everything seems so good, everything seems so fair, but good and bad are also subjective, Reality is perceptive, you look at a tree to be a tree now, but as kids we read about them as enchanted woods, Believed we could reach a magical place; we were truly privileged, those distortions could have saved the world. Trees are used for paper, forgetting the magical place all along was the one we lived in, Trees are beautiful scenic paintings sold in museums, not that they provide us with life. The magical place we all dreamed of reaching was never in fact out of reach, We were living it, breathing it, exploiting it to its highest capacity, rain was the pain; yet we wonder why climate change became a concern. Rose coloured privilege, how does that sound? We never thought hugging another person or shaking a hand would have led to a catastrophe, Believe it, we are living it and this time it will exploit us, tell me why shouldn’t it? The world is breathing, the smoke from factories has lifted, the waves are dancing, All it took was all of humankind to suffer for us to see its beauty, to realise we were privileged to have access to it, The incongruity of the worldview compared to yours, tore your rose coloured privilege away, Left you wishing, you still thought of the woods as the path to a magical; and maybe then you’d appreciate the world and not take it for granted. -Simran Kewlani 25th March, 2020 © 2020 Simran KewlaniAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 25, 2020 Last Updated on March 25, 2020 AuthorSimran KewlaniMumbai, IndiaAboutWhich famous Poet are you?I got Emily Dickinson - Which famous Poet are you?You're like Emily Dickinson. Emily suffered from bouts of depression and melancholy. As a very shy person, she even had tr.. more..Writing
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