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
Beautifully written as ever. Very deep emphatic thoughts and emotions. I see it in your imagery and alliteration. Hope you are doing well today 🙂
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Yes, thank you as always, Chevvy. My thought is simple – random, artificial borders drawn by colonial powers of yore are the source of conflict today. Can these be rationalised without war? Or am I dreaming again?
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Firstly,I’m glad to hear that fine. Maybe I saw ominous signs in your poem. Remember – I believe in signs and symbols. As you know we had a peaceful transition unlike major economy revolutions and wars.The downside is that it can feels like a slow pressure cooker. Someone I once met who had worked in many war torn countries said it was not something to wish upon ourselves. I’m for dreaming of constructive peace making and where possible enforcement of national and international protocols.For this we need sound leadership with integrity across countries and institutions. Before I get off my soapbox, you and I have leadership capability even in the pen:-)
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The whole of the Middle East / North Africa and my corner of the world are carry-forwards of the last century’s mistakes, but it’s not too late. Alas, there’s no man of stature a la Gandhi / Mandela…
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I live in hope that somewhere, somehow they shall rise:-)
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Cheers to that!
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Enjoy your day – at work, we’re getting on the tourist bus. The sun sets very late here which lengthens our day.:-)
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Enjoy!
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Nice
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Thank you, Sir-ji
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Thanks for your likes
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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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And our masters perpetuate this till eternity. It’s up to us the populace to rise up and look beyond the walls
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take a bow!
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You’re good for my ego, Amit! 😊 Dhonnobaad!
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hahahaha!!!!!! Swagotom! I meant it man, it is a potent and breathtaking piece…
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[…] Inspired by Kunal Thakore’s brilliant poem, MAKING GEOGRAPHY, HISTORY […]
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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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Can we draw hope from the Berlin Wall & it’s fall? Can collective will bring a wall down?
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Very beautiful.
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Thank you, Sherry
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Conflict is tough and it is everywhere..
Written so beautifully – so much emotion..
Love this
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Thank you, ma’am! 🙂
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Welcome 😊
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This is beautiful! 🙂 nice work.
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thank you!
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You are welcome. 🙂 it is nice to see Indian writers on WordPress
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Beautiful!!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 😀
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oh this was eloquent Kunal, with the right amount of bitterness to make it sting. how does one even begin to draw these lines of separation, cutting more than just a line on a map.
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Thanks! Guess it comes out of being products of colonialism 😊
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reason why i relate i suppose
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Ah, this is such a good way of tracing the history of this geographical detail. A thoughtful verse, Kunal! 🙂
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Glad you approve, Anmol! Cheers to that!
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