When I look from above..

When I look from above,
all seem equal, 
all small.
Doing mundane jobs.
Earning to save.
Some hoarding, 
being money's slave.
Some slaves at hands of
poverty, corruption,
war and inflation. 
Huge buildings e'en, 
too small.
Seas just pools blocked.
Green n' brown matched
with the blue sky.
Every day thousands die,
thousands are born, 
to laugh n' cry.
The most talked about
and least acted upon,
a feeling called
Love;
Overpowered by 
Hatred of sly.
Thousands of words
in many noted books 
spread like ripples 
in ever flowing brooks.
Still none could explain
its perfect meaning
to flourish n' grow,
used as a bait to hook.
From above,
it's love that makes
the universe glow,
its beyond a show.
Our earth on its axis
moves day n' night
under warmth of
the energizing sun
with
Love and hate
on an unending
war, each has its 
turn to have
lost or won!