Walls are walls everywhere,
Nothing can be built without them;
They divide the house into rooms
Rooms into differently adorned embodiments
We call home;
But walls are also boundaries
We cross one from another,
These walls are also geographical boundaries
Within a nation,
Within a state, between a state
That divides cultures and ceremonies
Held differently everywhere;
These walls built of bricks, mortar and concrete
Harden as days roll by:
Strong and binding unlike human beings,
Who live in the same house but remain divided.
The ego survives the spirit
Lying crushed amidst the flames
That rise and glow.
Surprisingly the tolerance of the inmates
Succumbs to the cacophony:
The walls screech to demolish the peace
That initially surrounds the aura of the home…
The home sweet homes turn bitter
As days, pass by;
Regrets do not solve the problem,
Walls grow thicker by the day.
The spirit, forced to crumble
The learned values of the past
Icicles hang in every nook and corner
Walls are engulfed in their hazy icy mist.