I read through the lines in the books of history
As to how we divided and ruled
And we are late in realizing
That our souls are still befooled
I wonder if time has been vindictive
So early I realize that the answer had to be cryptic
Make it a beginning or begin with an end
Because there is still a myriad to mend
Broken hearts require repairing umpteen
But personal affairs keep us so keen
We wake up every morning to realize that our souls are bigoted
Rules of humanity that long time back we violated…
- Shruti !
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