indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

' Separation '


How does one define separation?
What does one mean by separation?
Is it when breath is severed from the body?
Is it when the court of law declares 'divorced? '

How many separations come as blows!
How many, pass by silently!
How many separations we live with
And how many more do we contain!

Don't some come as relief too?

Tell me, my friend
Why do we always think of separation as external?
How many of us aren't really separated from our self?

Tell me, can you define separation for me?

20 May 2011
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Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011
Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011

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