A Different Viewpoint ..

The way one is brought up is different,
From education to work to life as a stint…
The surroundings and company matters too,
Years and years passing through…

Some people believe in a ghost,
Some succeed in raising a toast…
Some like just sharing a joke,
Some just die in a stroke…

Some people are born rich,
Some go on to be a snitch..
Some earn their way up,
Some stand begging with a cup!

Though differences are many,
Isn’t it an irony?
Everyone sees night and day,
God’s names are plenty, but everyone does pray!

Who invented colors – who said blood was red?
When wheat is processed why do we call it bread?
I tend to recollect that a professor once said…
In the long run, everything is dead!

Waters erode hard rocks to sand,
Who made borders across the unnamed land?
Divided into countries though the earth has no joint,
In the end isn’t it all just a different viewpoint?