Two nations shared a border, I was standing on the line,
My life wasn't in order,But I was breathing just fine,
I was not exactly happy but I wasn't sad either,
I didn't care at all, I was not a believer,
In anything or anyone, I was just so cynical,
I was on the verge of being called borderline clinical.
This was my umpteenth visit to the line of morality,
I had come here before as well, drowning in self pity,
First time when I had seen the other nation's wealth,
My marvelled eyes looked at their happiness and health,
And golds, and greens and all colours of blue,
I longed for these treasures for myself too.
Who wouldn't want to live life so freely,
Void of sorrows and hunger, dying miserably?
I had people with me who didn't want the light,
They were restricted and contended in their own personal plight.
My nation was grey, you could taste the soot and dust,
The air was like death, the pillars were full of rust,
You cannot destroy iron, till it destroys itself,
You cannot help someone until they help oneself.
Everytime I was tempted to jump that side,
A feeling used to creep in and I used to lose my stride,
With a mind so self centered,
Onto a self destructive bender,
I was readying myself for a wonderful find,
I was readying myself to leave my nation behind.
Now I am standing again on the margin once again,
I want to leave behind the lifelessness and numb my pain,
But I just cannot seem to lift my foot,
What if there as well I am not understood,
I might stand here forever seeing the country of gold,
I can never leave behind my nation's frail and old.
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