One world?

One world? short poem

One physical world has
as many manifestations
as there are minds,
for each mind
sees the world and
infers
its own interpretations.
We both live in this
One world but
your world seems
entirely different
from mine.
My world is a happy one,
full of joy,
family and friends around,
comforts of life
and the bliss unbound.
But your world seems
a lot disturbed
you always look
so perturbed
with no one around or
in sight
How are you managing
alone this fight?
Strange it is, but
true to the core,
from the infinite variations
of this One world,
some see it as heavenly
and others as hell.
We have the liberty to choose,
choose the world to live in,
but mostly we fail to choose,
blaming our luck
we just give in.

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