By Gaurav Parab
Little men living by their guns to kill
Big children surviving by their untested will
Solitary souls fighting some stranger’s war
In old Tel Aviv and once beautiful Lahore
Same flesh covering root through stem
That border in their minds dividing them
An old champion falls behind
An unknown at the start of the line
The finishing post comes into view
The champion finds strength to burst through
The difference between the race in each man
That border between winner and also ran
Mothers painting images of gods
Preachers screaming about imaginary plots
Each inspiring millions to their own way
Walking with things they heard them say
The difference in each word as it floats along
That border between right and wrong
Herself between true love and her lover
Is it wrong to love more than one?
To crawl, when the spirit wants to run?
Dead calm, and stormy weather
That border between breaking herself
to stay together
Children begging for reasons and food
A wandering mind leading a body half nude
Staring at the young ones in their long cars
Is it my past, or is it written in the stars?
A child’s value, his chances and his worth
Divided by borders defining the accidents of birth
What should be done- where to stop?
Relationships to stitch and lies to chop
Sinful thoughts and the innocent mind
Promises to keep, horrors to remind
The skies to fly and the grounds to fall
Can do with borders strong and tall
Reasons to love, reasons to dance out with joy
Reasons to destroy everything made to destroy
Black, white and those shades of grey
Differences between tomorrow and yesterday
A place to stay, one to depart
Divided by borders than should be blown apart
7 comments:
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Superb, Gaurav!!
- Sanjay Purohit
wow..
Absolutely beautiful!
The part about the class gap really struck a chord somewhere :) I can't fathom how it would have been had I not been this fortunate. Whenever I'm going through a personal crisis, I take comfort in the fact that despite everything I am one of the very few lucky people in the world; sadistic? Anyway as far as I think, you captured it to the T.
I bet this one gets you more replies than you've got in a long time.
I'm not sure what line to praise.
Did you write this for the 'Borders' theme? I bet the others didn't have a chance!
Really good stuff.
- Amit Bhatia
The flip side to borders is that when you break some , you create others. That is because you proud of the border you broke.
This poem took me through various feelings. It jumped, dived and ran through borders. The writing was so integral to the theme. I liked it.
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