The Same Red Tide

A Poem on Humanity Beyond Difference

By Hossain Mohammed Murad Meah

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The Same Red Tide

A Poem on Humanity, Difference, and the Longing for Peace

✍️ Written by: Hossain Mohammed Murad Meah

🟢 Introduction

There are wounds in this world that no medicine can touch. Not the wound of poverty alone. Not the wound of hunger alone. But the wound of division — the quiet, bleeding cut that runs between human and human, drawn not by nature, but by the hands of those who forgot that we were once the same.

I have always believed that poetry is not decoration. It is not a garland you hang on a wall. Poetry is a mirror — sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp — but always honest.

"The Same Red Tide" was born from that honesty. It was born from watching the world divide itself in the name of religion, in the name of race, in the name of everything holy — while doing everything unholy.

This poem is my question to the world. It is also my prayer.

🟢 Focused Keywords

Primary Keyword: Poem on humanity and difference

Secondary Keywords: English poem on religious harmony | peace poem by Hossain Mohammed Murad Meah | inspirational English rhyme | anti-racism poem | original Bengali poet English poem | difference and unity poem

🟢 Context of the Poem

Every poem has a birth story. This one was born in silence — in a moment when I sat with the noise of the world pressing against my chest and asked myself one simple question:

"Why do we bleed each other in the name of the One who asked us to love?"

Religion, in its truest form, is peace. Culture, in its truest form, is beauty. Humanity, in its truest form, is oneness.

But somewhere along the road of history, we lost the map. We began building walls where there should have been bridges. We began pointing fingers where there should have been open arms.

The context of "The Same Red Tide" is simple but deep — it is the story of every generation that has watched hatred dress itself in the clothing of devotion.

It speaks to the man who prays with blood on his hands. It speaks to the society that calls itself civilized while treating its own people like strangers. It speaks to the heart — yours, mine, and every heart that still believes peace is possible.

This poem belongs to no single religion, no single country, no single people.

It belongs to humanity.

🟢 Summary of the Poem

Main Poem

🌊 The Same Red Tide

In the pen of: Hossain Mohammed Murad Meah

The world is wide, the sky is one,

We warm our souls beneath one sun.

Yet in the heart, a wall we build,

With seeds of hate, the earth is filled.

You seek your God in stone and spire,

While burning hope in robes of fire.

But tell me, friend, when blood is shed,

Is not the color always red?

The leech now wears a silk disguise,

With prayers on lips and greed in eyes.

They talk of heaven, yet they sow

The thorns of grief wherever they go.

Why measure souls by caste or creed,

When hunger is our common need?

The forest beasts have kinder ways,

Than man who kills for hollow praise.

Oh, break the lamps of dark deceit,

Let mercy guide our wandering feet.

For in the chest of every man,

There beats a piece of one great plan.

Leave the pride and leave the fray,

Before the light all fades away.

Let love be our only holy rite,

To turn this world toward the light.

🟢 Poetic Analysis (For Readers & Students)

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🟢 Conclusion

I did not write this poem to accuse anyone. I wrote it because accusation without love is just noise.

I wrote it because I believe — still, firmly, and without apology — that inside every human being, regardless of the name they call God, regardless of the soil they were born upon, regardless of the color that runs in their veins —

If this poem reached your chest before it reached your mind, then it has done its work.

Read it again. Share it with someone who needs it. And if it changes even one thought — if it softens even one hard heart — then the pen was worth holding.

❓ Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

Hossain Mohammed Murad Meah is a Bangladeshi poet, author, and passionate voice for humanity. Writing in both Bengali and English, he crafts verses that emerge not from imagination alone — but from lived observation, social consciousness, and a deep spiritual awareness.

His writing carries a rare quality — it speaks simply, yet it cuts deep. It rhymes gently, yet it raises hard questions.

Murad Meah believes that literature is not an art of entertainment alone — it is a responsibility. Through his blog Murader Kolom (মুরাদের কলম), he has consistently given voice to the unheard, challenged social injustice, and celebrated the beauty of human unity across all divides.

His works touch themes of faith, love, loss, nature, humanity, and the quiet courage it takes to remain kind in an unkind world.

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May the truth always serve humanity.

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