The Innocence of Hate

How sad it looked
At our faces as we walk on its shores
Mocking at its waves that run
One after another but couldn't touch our feet.
It never tried to reach us
Though it lives around us
The sea has its might
Not in the tender waves that tries to escape to the shores
But deep in the mind where we fear to dare.
Its not that might we try to achieve in us
But the decoration of the weakness in our minds
That makes us criticize great things
When they are happening around us
They do happen
Like the sun that never needs any lift but rises
Like that moon that never needs our light but shines
Like any other great mind
That smiles no matter what others sound.

-Aroon Che