Million stars ,vast cosmos,thousand of planet
Yet one sky ,one moon ,one star to make anyone lonesome.
Hundred nationalities and spoken languages
Yet miscommunciation or lack thereof remains.
Multiple destinations variety of ambiance
Yet ,in our final days home is thy only refuge.
Knowledge accumulated ,skills honed
Yet,attiude remains a personal choice.
Books been written,laws made and repelled
Yet nowhere is a blueprint on love.
Love made the impossible possible
Yet atrocities been made for love of country ,faith,idealogy or for another soul.
So much human accomplishment to report on
Yet complex task to list what makes us human.
Various timezone different season
Yet time is sacred to those in love and the dying
Or a torture to those in mourning.
Truths are not absolute
Yet lies are not as comforting too
In a world of irony,
My mind is lost in its complexities