Across the border
She heard the stories and rumours,
She had seen and come across Them;
She had personally never met Them,
And the thought of it never struck her;
Nor did it ever catch her interest.
Why?
The stories and rumours are hardly ever positive,
A naive mind, a society filled with such notions;
There was no space to think beyond.
It was just negativity and contempt,
But she never wondered why.
To care or not to care?
Only a few bothered
And She need not bother,
But it came to her.
The stories and rumours she grew up with;
They were not wrong.
Is there a reason behind?
Everything in its own time,
It took some time to realise;
So they say, “Old memories die hard”
And wiping off the notions She grew up with,
Thus became a challenge.
What lies beneath?
Truth, a simple truth
Called Boundary Lines,
Created by the so called superior,
An unnecessary division;
But history had already done its part.
Who is She? Who are Them?
She is just a girl across the border,
And Them live across the border.
She and Them were divided; separated
But they all belong to one,
She realised they were none but ethnic brethren.
Similar, but why so different?
She saw their similarities,
And realised her difference,
Raised by contrasting political ideals;
Them grew under oppression,
And Her in liberty.
A new chapter...
Eyes wide open,
She saw and understood more;
And stale notions left behind.
Them require not pity,
But a well-wish.
Them Unvoiced
In Them Land,
Them exist but got no voice;
Them live under persecution.
To live, Them left home;
Only time will decide the return.
The Sojourners
Them travelled far,
In a stranger's land;
Life ain’t forgiving still,
Surrounded by destitution,
Them survive to live.
The Unforgiving Land
Making ends meet,
In the land of the vigorous,
On the brink of forlorn hope;
With fear and tears,
Them sweat and toil.
The Hope
Some wished the sky would tumble down,
And Them misery be done with.
Death at times seemed sweeter;
But faint hope of a promised land,
Keep Them will going.
The Destination
The so called Promised Land,
A lucky few found their way to it.
The rest strife, waiting for the call;
Belonging neither here nor there,
Strangers in a stranger’s land.
The Wish
Where one is at peace,
Where one is without fear,
Where one is free,
A place called Home, a Family;
Them wish nothing more.
