Raw Difference

I will always remember the two days of my life

before sleeping a great nap in heaven, at the brink:

the day I was born and happiness was ripe

and the day I will perish causing the joy to sink.

Yet the difference is raw and inevitable

as for some of us that day is one and the same.

The day of my birth was truly memorable

as on my mother’s feathers I entered this game.

Flown across wind and storm

crossing fields and hills towards my wonderful home.

Yet the difference is a lie as I look back

at myself in my childhood days

And I am not alone in feeling this smack

You feel it too in your own ways

the only difference is that me

is 'me'

and you

is 'you'.

I can feel the difference in every hour.

In the chirping of a bird in the sky

and the blossoming of a flower

in every second that goes by

and in the wind blowing, and in the water flowing.

And all beings flow by at their own unique pace.

This is the only certainty:

all will be different in the very next instant phase.

But not a single difference became apparent to me

in my mother and father as I grew up to see

All I have felt is their love, unfaltering,

for me and my days, unchanged, unaltered.

The same God that he was back then

Is my father today to my eyes

At my temple of thoughts a man so wise

inspiring me to do, to try and to rise.

And she, the most adorable Goddess

Blessing my life with her precious presence.

And the difference, its essence

I have never felt it nor could feel it.

As they always wanted me to be the same son

That they have seen the day that I was born.

And I wish that was true,

that the difference was imaginary.

But now I can feel that it is there and much ordinary

And I have to live and embrace it

Wishing I could turn a blind eye to it.