The land lies under dispute,
Divided at its heart,
Where division should not exist.
It was forced to be torn apart,
By people made of the same flesh,
People who share the air they breathe.
Yet for people it was not enough,
To see in the eyes of another,
That they are made of the same flesh and blood.
Differences creep into the hidden cracks,
Breaking from within the medium,
Which once bound the wall together.
Ash is not ash, dust is not dust,
As a man born under one roof,
Can never befriend a man born under another.
These divided feelings woven into the very fabric,
Of the hearts and minds of brothers,
Have arisen from misunderstandings.
Why can two people never live in harmony,
Why can they not celebrate similarities,
Why can they not make the best of differences?
The choices made, are to tear each other apart,
Rather than live under one roof with harmony.
Nor does there remain respect for one another.
And they fight, at the cost of peace,
At the cost of harmony,
For what they always had from the start.
Soon we will hear the court verdict for the Ayodhya case in India. For more information regarding the case, check out Ayodhya Debate, and check out this gallery. The above poem doesn’t really do the entire case justice, but I guess they were just thoughts which ran through my head as I read article after article regarding the debate. We are all awaiting the verdict, and all I can say is that I only hope the verdict is fair, and more so that the people of the country don’t lose their head and start fighting over it. Next couple of days will be tension filled.
I wish people learned something about unity. Why let religious differences, or well any kind of differences at all, come into the picture and create so much chaos? Why cannot they have a temple and mosque sitting together on the same land? Why do they have to fight over it?