How long will you hate us for sins that stain our common past? How can we excise this cancer that spreads unchecked within our being? Advanced bitterness has no cure, no panacea, no balm save one. Prophets prescribe forgiveness, saints swear by the power of love. If only politicians garbed in khaki had eyes instead of spears, they might see what civilian hearts perceive. Peace is not a state of no-war. Pacifist animals kill for food, combat occasionally for supremacy. Should we too on all-fours crawl, revert to primitive bestiality? Have all our prophets died in vain? Have their sacrifices been wasted pain? There is time yet for us to redeem promises we made to history. We argued whether Guru Nanak-ji should buried or cremated be. While we frayed, he left fresh flowers to end our corrosive hostility. 8.11.19 |