The world lives through borders,
Our country believes in borders,
And, lives weaken on boundaries,
So does religion, so does love and so does peace……..
Borders are definite yet unreliable,
Borders are meant to stop, but,
They do less…..very less for the true wanderer,
For, they are obstacles we wish to traverse,
For, they are rules we aspire to bend.
We equate borders and boundaries,
They are one and the same but are different too,
Do you feel the same?
Borders may separate nations and land,
But, boundaries distance you and me…………..
Borders and boundaries have been created to protect,
Shelter us from harm and fury,
But, then do we need this fortification? Does death recognise borders?
Does love understand confines? Does hatred acknowledge boundaries?
So, are we guarding ourselves from love, or hatred or death?
If love is what we despise, if hatred and death is what we are troubled from,
Let me tell you dear friend,
Love does fly, death can crawl and hate is capable of travel,
Far and wide, through comfort and sorrow,
For no border can stop them, then who are you and me?
Borders can never stop the meeting of the destined,
Borders can never prevent the fated distress,
People will meet now, here and today,
They will share, emotions and views, later and tomorrow,
Because isolated we die, because secluded we become stagnant.
Let’s talk about boundaries now,
Between you and me, involving them and there,
Distinctions may just be many, languages may just vary,
But hearts are truly the same,
For first we are humans, and then may we be a race.
You may cry on an affair, which could sadden me,
I might laugh on a joke you may well just smirk on,
You might be angry on something; I might just be ruffled for the same,
But does that differ us as humans?
We still are the same, in flesh and in blood…….
Then, why the borders? Then, why the boundaries?
Boundaries may just exist, borders have to stay,
So, let’s open them in spirit if not in letter,
Let’s live not in irreverence of borders, and,
In acceptance of boundaries.
For we will exist, for we have to survive,
For we must care, for we have to love,
Because when we stop to love and care, we no longer remain humans,
And what are borders without humans,
And what are boundaries without feelings,
We do live our lives contained in borders, but life is best bereft of boundaries.
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