I hurt you and you hurt me
And we never felt even about it
I thought you hurt me more than I did to you
while you saw evil in my eyes like it was true
Many years have passed and
the scene has only become intense
A few have used these circumstances
to run their business
Now their profits depend on our hate for each other
and they have bought some people to weave stories that sustain our differences
Looking at these tales some sided with me and some sided with you
While none sided with ‘us’
In short term
peace means loss and conflict brings fortune
The real religions are only two
One that believes in short term gains
and the one that believes in the long term living
This fundamental divide manifests in multiple ways
Sometimes as religion, sometimes as borders
race, gender and culture
In this confusion we forgot that there was a time when we were one
We were two olives from the same tree emerging from the soil that belongs to nobody
Nourished by the rains that have no particular identity
Lets remember and remind this to each other
Let us all become the believers of the long term life
Where everything passes on till eternity and death is not the end but a continuation in another form

Skanda S
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Skanda is a freelance educator and a writer based in Bangalore. He is a founding member of Centre For Conversations.
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