Lines are so many
showing up in a vary
starting from north to south
going up and down
lying inclined
all with many dimensions
keeping one in line
chasing the other out of line
falling down the line
but of all line
there is one very special
and very predominant
that of the dividing line
apportioning one group from the other
distinguishing by caste and status
keeping away from one region
shunning the other place
expressing a division
that sometimes results in deviation
leading to fights and violence
that bursts as often
and as early as the summer morning
breaking peace into pieces
and releasing an unpleasantness in fear.
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