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WHO ARE YOU AND I?
Who are you and I
Indeed who are we?
We are but names
Carved on the wall
Of the pain of
Being and becoming
Names that were etched
Chip by chip and brick by brick.
But, the generations
that have come and gone
Have forgotten the very alphabet
In which we all were written.
Maybe, they do learn anew
The alphabet of the pain of being
And read our names
But names are nothing but empty labels
Not the pulsating persons that we are
What is there in a name, pray
Satyapal Anand
Who are you and I
Indeed who are we?
We are but names
Carved on the wall
Of the pain of
Being and becoming
Names that were etched
Chip by chip and brick by brick.
But, the generations
that have come and gone
Have forgotten the very alphabet
In which we all were written.
Maybe, they do learn anew
The alphabet of the pain of being
And read our names
But names are nothing but empty labels
Not the pulsating persons that we are
What is there in a name, pray
Satyapal Anand
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