Many international days pass by
to remember, to recognize the
importance of the roles we play
in our societies, we are proud of
our own national days, we commemorate
days when we appreciate communities
in which we operate, applaud at other
times groups that make us bow to
countries, cities, to the soldiers,
caregivers that had protected and
healed lives with their selfless sacrifice
through ages, for centuries.
On a frenzied night, when I was tipsy
I heard a whisper in the air, it sounded
as if the world was telling me to observe
a border-less day, it was telling me how it
wanted to be free from all the rules that
had scratched its ground... chained it
all around. It also murmured in my
dotty mind to block one day in the
calendar to observe global
interdependence day of the year.
'How would it matter', I asked, it said
it wanted, at least for a day, to be
revered as one single world;
its broken parts, severed as countries
have national, independence days when
how people fought, again and again,
how they permanently separated,
divided, died are applauded, recollected.
The world demanded one day when
men, women, and children would unite
and discuss how they’d live happily
ever after with their new belief, in
their priceless little world comprising
forests, mountains, and deserts.
Like a refrain, the voice told me that
on the Interdependence and Border-less
days peoples would come together to
understand and recognize the importance
of collaborative growth and development,
that they’d remind themselves as to how
despite being unique and different, they
are similar and interdependent; in order
to fight against global headaches how
they could all stand, hand in hand, how,
with the newfound spirit, they could
in unison, celebrate ‘worldhood'* for good.
For a while, I was spellbound by what I heard,
It came from the depth of my woozy world.
Note:
worldhood* - a new word that means a community in the solar system.
