All my strengths,

Shoveled and hurled,

Into the pit, deep and dark,

To enervate and eradicate,

Because I stand on the border,

And nameless I stand there.

All my wits,

Muffled and dimmed,

And are never allowed

To sparkle and gleam,

 At the centre, wide and advantageous,

Because I stand on the Border,

And nameless I stand there.

My ladder to success,

Topples me down,

And props up the others

 To its pinnacle, lustrous,

Because I stand on the border,

And nameless I stand there.

My fledgling voice,

Never allowed to fly and flutter,

And perch on the trees of the centre,

To croon its soul out,

Because I stand on the border,

And nameless I stand there.

I stand on the border,

And nameless I stand there,

On the ever gliding sand,

By the growling sea,

Foaming to its mouth,

Its hatred and intolerance.  

……….Dr. Fathema Begum  

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