Borders
We draw them
Around our drawings
That contain them
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Those imaginary lines
That we invented
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To divide
The equator
The axis
The longitudes
The latitudes
The lines on the map
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The borders
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Continents
Countries
Disputed
Territories
Capitals
States
Cities
Villages
Fields
Buildings
Compounds
Houses
Rooms
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Borders
In our heart
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The people inside
The circle
They’re ours
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My youngest
My elder one
My husband
My best frien
My parents
His parents
My brother
My sister
His siblings
My friends
My colleagues
My neighbours
And so on
———–
In a line
Or inside
The border of circles
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God comes
Somewhere
In this queue
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It’s up to you
To decide
The place
————-
But lines
And borders
Are everywhere
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You’re
Catholic Brahmin
Catholic lower cast
Christian
Hindu
Jain
Buddhist
Muslim
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There’s
A
Pecking order
There too
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Manglorean
Goan
Mango
Keralite
Tamil
Doesn’t matter
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Any Catholic
Or Christian
Or Hindu
Or else
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We discriminate
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Whites are ok
Blacks not
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Then there’s
India
And
At the other extreme
Pakistan
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Catholic nations
Christian nations
Hindu
And
MuslIm nations
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Our lines and Borders
All determined
By which circle
Fate placed us in
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And sometimes
By
Our experiences
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When
Will it happen?
When?
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Those lines
And circles
Cease to exist
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When people
Will be free
To stay
Where they want
Irrespective
Of the name
Of the place
On that paper
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The name
Of the place
Where they were born
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The borders
Some of them
Are fading away
Sense prevailing
People opening
That tiny circle
Inside their heart
To outsiders
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If there are
No lines
No circles
No borders
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The world
It would be different
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There would be less
To fight for
Our land
Our country
Our religion
Our identity
Might exist
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But no circle
In our heart
To keep away
The outsider
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