Lovely life in a garden.

Man make the garden pretty,
mowing, weeding and pruning,
Weeds are unwanted plants,
in between the chosen ones.

Who are the chosen ones?
Who are the unwanted?
When Hitler killed the Jews,
Pakistan army killed the Bengali!

We have come a long way,
May be 100th or 200th generation,
Who are these people to say,
Whom to leave and whom to stay.

We have our Identity cards and passports,
Not only to identity our nationality,
but also to identify our characters and
orientations whether to let or weed us.

Continents demarcated us, Water does that.
Mountains demarcated us, the height does that.
Other than these, what factor can demarcate us,
other then our greed and selfishness.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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