This poem was submitted into a South African national poetry competition but rejected. I have been asked to resubmit a new poem.
Does your fear reflect back at you when you look at a glass?
Fear never lasts…
They say they’re afraid and that they don’t trust,
but that’s why the doors remain shut.
A soft drink is a soft drink even though it has many flavours,
just like a wine glass is a wine glass even though it has many colours.
Different kinds of glass made by various inventors,
yet they all require the same essential components.
If three people from eight are skilled to make glass,
how is it even fair to pick by colour the least passionate ones.
I’ve drunk water from so many types of glasses; the rich, the poor and even from a traveller’s glass,
and I’ve returned to tell you that we’re making a stupid fuss.
As we keep focusing on making glass by colour for years,
we haven’t seen or learnt enough to change gears.
The world has given us light bulbs, and pairs of glasses,
yet we still sit in boxes, limited beliefs and classes.
25 November 2019
T. Dench Patel