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Neutrality

Neutrality

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Two ends of a pole,

Oblivious and obscure,

Racing in desultory, always finishing at a tie;

Because this marathon was never raised for neutrality to glorify.


But sitting at the bleachers, neutrality had the most to lose.

“Which end?” The poles compelled it to choose.

I stacked my crayons to draw a rainbow-

V-I-B-G-Y-O-R

Back then, these colours had nothing to claim or show.


But as I grew, the colours did too.

Standing poles apart, green and saffron had a meaning which was new.

Radical, fear, death and curfew.

It was then that these colours lost their neutrality too.


At the other side of the prism,

White stood without a motive to pursue;

But now claiming its supremacy,

It indicates the privilege of few.


Two ends of a pole,

Oblivious and obscure,

Racing in desultory, always finishing at a tie;

Because this marathon was never raised for neutrality to glorify.


Negative and positive,

Right and Left,

Succeed or Fail.

The centre succumbed to this tail.


Culture was never neutral,

But now it was drenched in new gimmicks,

Names of places were spun with religion and politics.

So the road I walked on, had culture to claim,

Akbar or Pratap, the paths were a part of this game.


It wasn’t just a vague feeling;

It was either staunch love or hate,

370, 9/11 wasn’t just a number and a date,

Lethpora, Utrecht, Christchurch, the new victims of the same.


Two ends of a pole,

Oblivious and obscure,

Racing in desultory, always finishing at a tie;

Because this marathon was never raised for neutrality to glorify.


All acts had a meaning,

In fact what I ate represented my leaning.

All eyes around became suspicious,

Now my bookshelf was seditious.


So as I questioned this narration,

I was answered that I loathed my nation.

Once again, there were sides of pole which I was made to choose,

But sitting at the bleachers, neutrality had the most to lose.



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