• _rasashree_ 5w

    On our edges,
    we touch and the world tilts.
    Towards violence,
    -Towards peace.
    Towards a bloody history,
    Towards a flight of pigeons.

    And this LOVE and WAR.
    Are found in abundance.

    On the borders,
    -within people.
    Sometimes one wins,
    -and sometimes the other.

    Like a strange bed fellows.
    Always together,
    Always apart----