Shlaime (Noun): A Poem by Shreya Manna

I had conflicting feelings about sharing this poem. The seeming atmosphere of outrage around us doesn’t seem to encourage self-reflection. Almost everyone will have seen memes about the ways in which 2020 has been a catastrophic year – a deadly disease transforming work, if not stopping it all together, the Black Lives matter movement catching fire with the death of George Floyd, the untimely deaths of an array of celebrities and other events, which will probably be listed comprehensively elsewhere. My sense is that this has fuelled a sense of outrage, an urge to be Doing something – with a capital D – for the many good “causes” that have come to the forefront. Next week will see me writing about this further, but for now, I would just like to say this: I think we can only achieve equality when we have understood ourselves fully: when we address the root cause for seeing ourselves as either superior or inferior, depending upon the situation. Equality will be the automatic result if each individual takes care to create an atmosphere of wellbeing within themselves. Something to think about while and after reading this poem…

Shreya