Hate

Mountains and valleys have no lines

to divide or claim ownership;

men draw and call them borders.

They fight for boundaries and

limits making loveliness bloody.

Maps divide the earth into countries,

kingdoms divide humans to draw

casteline and spill blood on whims.

Swords and guns,  hate and abuse

enter  our vocabulary,

love like the faded lily

falls at noon.

We killed Christ and Gandhi,

and will kill those who speak
the language of love,
let’s not make hate our identity,
now it’s time to change our DNA

else consumed shall we be

in the pyre of our own hate.

Sabita Sahu