Federal Fisticuffs.
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Language and religion
Exchange positions off and on,
As the trunk of a tree and its branches.
Scuffles suffocate either of them
When they boom into branches;
Be it diverse religions of the same Language,
Or a line of languages of the same religion,
Federal fury swells as varicose veins.
When rivers refuse to cross regional banks,
Blood does, breaking fidelity norms.
Federal structures stoop to a shameful size,
Whenever the sense of sharing shrinks slyly,
Like a snail stealing itself, into its shell, for its safety.
The feel of fraternity is not in the branches;
It is in the stem, deepening its base in the roots.
But the federal wings,like swollen veins,
Carry blood of different groups like warring cousins,
The blood groups never flow, as donor categories.
It is the same mother who bears sons and daughters,
Of segregated blood groups and eerie genes,
Likewise,federal shows slide on the same screen,
As pages of paradoxes triggering events of fisticuffs,
Falsifying the maxim that unified parts alone make the whole.
Love exists today in a celebrating, selfie mode,
While the simmering situation asks for,
A grand group shot, to get over a crisis.
Being federal shall not mean fostering the self,
To fester the federal spirit, through a septic flow of hatred.
Federal fisticuffs of fraternal arms, cause collateral harms,
Cruder than the firearms of foes across the line of control.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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Language and religion
Exchange positions off and on,
As the trunk of a tree and its branches.
Scuffles suffocate either of them
When they boom into branches;
Be it diverse religions of the same Language,
Or a line of languages of the same religion,
Federal fury swells as varicose veins.
When rivers refuse to cross regional banks,
Blood does, breaking fidelity norms.
Federal structures stoop to a shameful size,
Whenever the sense of sharing shrinks slyly,
Like a snail stealing itself, into its shell, for its safety.
The feel of fraternity is not in the branches;
It is in the stem, deepening its base in the roots.
But the federal wings,like swollen veins,
Carry blood of different groups like warring cousins,
The blood groups never flow, as donor categories.
It is the same mother who bears sons and daughters,
Of segregated blood groups and eerie genes,
Likewise,federal shows slide on the same screen,
As pages of paradoxes triggering events of fisticuffs,
Falsifying the maxim that unified parts alone make the whole.
Love exists today in a celebrating, selfie mode,
While the simmering situation asks for,
A grand group shot, to get over a crisis.
Being federal shall not mean fostering the self,
To fester the federal spirit, through a septic flow of hatred.
Federal fisticuffs of fraternal arms, cause collateral harms,
Cruder than the firearms of foes across the line of control.
P.Chandrasekaran.
