March of Humanity

Friday evening
Is the perfect time for a melaa
Kids screaming with joy
Music from Incas
Melts in the tiny waves of the lake
Children dance
To the pop tunes
Blaring at a separate place
As if the dance is automated.

Couples, old and new
Lovers with smiling eyes
walk hand in hand
Kids pushing strollers
Of on scootters
Or high up in the sky on dad’s shoulder
Participating in the
March of the humanity

Cacophony of languages
Mosaic of shapes and sizes
and colors
From chocolate to brown to white
From almond eyes to lotus eyes
With dresses
Suites and ties
To ethnic picks
Parade by
Giving me a glimpse of the humanity

We cross each other
Without exchanging glances
Without breaking the barriers
Living in individual worlds
In parallel worlds
Sharing the footpath
On this tiny earth
With smile, tears and hunger
To cope with
But as strangers for ever.