Fractured Horizons

By Avranill Chakrabarty

I was raised among the good, they said,

To see the world through a singular thread.

Some norms flowed through my veins,

Binding me to Ganges gentle chains.

My brother grew where devils tread,

A cursed vision was his daily bread.

Different truths shaped his sight,

Anchoring him on the opposite height.

This is what we are, divided and bound,

Heroes and villains where lines are found.

Through lens of perspective we are defined,

And unity's call is forever aligned.

This poem is written by a Bengali living in Kolkata, my heart aches after seeing the fights happening between Hindus and Muslims in Bangladesh. It talks about how people grow up seeing the world differently because of their surroundings, leading to divisions. The poem gently hopes for peace and understanding, even when people see things in different ways.

By Avranill Chakrabarty