We are the lines You chose to draw; Not born of hate, Nor made for war. We held each tongue, Each song apart, So every culture Kept its heart. We welcomed roads, Not walls of fear; To greet the far, Not lose the near. You gave us flags, You gave us blame; Then wrote your hatred In our name. We never asked For blood to fall; The earth beneath Belongs to all. Keep every land, Its light, its art; But draw no border Through the heart. (Selected by Biraj Dixit) ■