A Divided World.

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Jan 4, 2024

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By Anupama Vernekar

As I dream into the infinite skies

I paint my own utopia,

making my imprints on the stars.

All I wished for was a world

sans borders,

sans me and mine,

sans divide.

For which I only got criticized

My visions muzzled and ridiculed

I am beaten to these enemies of mine

Yet can’t help but wonder

How must I bring this vision on the ground?

By Anupama Vernekar

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