World within and without is full of boundaries
Some of barbed wire, some of walls,
Some with rings of fire
Dividing clans, communities and countries.
These divisions which God did not intend
The divisions which start innocently
As an association to belong to.
When they grow into territories
Real and imaginary,
Territories that should be fought for
We do not realize.
The “us” and the “them” creeps in
Creating two sides
Little realizing that deep down
We are one and the same.
The same life, the same joys
The same human fabric wraps us all.
Colors, shapes and religions different
Different perceptions of the same emotions
When the barbed wires are down.
“zyaadaa maangaa hai kahaan,
sarahaden naa ho jahaan,
duniyaa mile ham ko”
from the beautifully sung – Ek Lau Is Tarah