LINES


Marked in black
Not a figure to demarcate, they said
But yet they differentiate
What a fallacy, here lied a human err
A line painted black divides
You & Me
Us & Them

Now, did you whisper in my ear?
Crossing the lines that you drew
Only lines they were
But still they differentiate
I came along
Came along just for you
Reached for the stars and something new…
For the name that spelt….You…
A line even for the morning dew?

So up in the skies
Even though the lines grow longer
We stared, lines they were only though…..
Such demarcations of faith, only grow stronger so..
But even then they demarcate, why?

Won’t someone eventually extrapolate?