MAKING GEOGRAPHY, HISTORY

Lines in the sand
Drawn by a perfidious hand

Based on premise, presumption and prejudice
Identical grains of silicon
No different, but no longer the same
With a wedge now slicing through, dissecting them
A chasm, a cavity, an unnatural cleave
A boundary which cannot be bridged
Except by two halves of a thinking mind
And a heart that knows no divide

Lines in the sand
Yet they stand

 

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30 thoughts on “MAKING GEOGRAPHY, HISTORY

  1. Excellent! I was very much intrigued by the title and the poem did justice to it. If I really had to choose the most beautiful of all the lines (and it was a tough choice), it would be:
    “No different, but no longer the same”

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  2. Conflict is the source of power and power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. The lines in sand alas are no longer just that, they are electric fences with guns guarding both sides from each other. Poignantly expressed Kunal.

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