How can a line divide you and me
create distinction, differentiation between us…
Those markings on land, in water, mountains and woods
have they been able to separate them…
Rivers, lakes, sea, oceans every where there’s border
but aren’t they the one connecting people, places and world.
Markings, lines and border to me are for maps
they are political constructions…
an absurd human creation by and for few one’s.
We are what we are because of our feelings and emotions
We have a thing called heart and another thing named soul
How can we abide by forced discipline
as long as we share heart to heart and soulful connection
– Kumar Gautam