Different

  By: Raha Medhat
 

Dare to be different:

life is so full,

Full of people who,

follow the same push and pull.

Poor, plodding people,

who, other then name,

Try to pretend…

Pretend they’re exactly the same.

God made men different:

there never will be,

A replica soul,

made of you or of me.
The charm…

the glory of all creation,

Lies on this very deviation.


Your charm…

your own glory, too,

Lies in being uniquely you…
Lies in being true to your best,

That part of you,

that’s different…

from all the rest.