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

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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