hurt by the deep scars of history. Some come as
india ink on paper - called Koran, or Bible or Geeta—
indoctrinated into the brain by incessant repetition.
Some as the chants of priests and monks, in strange
intonations often accompanied by incense. Or blasted
from loudspeakers, a call to arms against imagined foes.
They all leave scars, fresh for a new generation to be
inked. Not everything requires a sterilised steel needle.
This is one half of a tapestry poem with Shernaz Wadia, first published at RateMyLiterature.com.
View the full tapestry here.
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