If it’s the same air that we breathe
If it’s the same air that reaches every part of our body
If it’s the very one that’s present everywhere
Then why on Earth does it make everyone feel so different?
If it’s the same air that carries the fragrance of flowers
And if it’s the same that carries the petrichor of fresh rains
If it’s the very air that spreads all over the world
Then why on Earth doesn’t love spread like hatred does?
When it’s hot, all of us need cold air
And when it’s freezing we seek for warmth
When we’re in sorrow we need some comfort
And when we’re in joy we look for more gaiety
If we’re all essentially the same
Then why on Earth do people have trouble understanding each other?
If it’s the same soothing air that makes you feel on top of the world,
Isn’t it the same air, that as a storm breaks millions of hearts?
Why on Earth?
Will we ever know?