No this is not about Jammy.I am the real wall.Its not hard to find me.I surround everyone.In and out.I can be made with Italian vitrified tiles,with marbles from Belgium or just cement,bricks, stones ,barbed wires or even the waste card-boards can also make me stand.In Tienanmen square some crazy guys tried to make a humanized version of me.But their wall turned in to a heap of dead bodies Later.
I am ageless.I was there in troy when Achilles invaded and destroyed me.I recovered & reappeared , this time on the banks of Daya.The Samrat painted me red with the blood of thousands of the kalingas'.Same man turned saint before my eyes.I blinked and found myself in Mughal court.I assimilated the beauty inside me.Can still feel her sighs sometimes.I got up next morning & was in agra.They say i stand as a epitome of love there.I got a little high at jallianwala bagh.People tried to climb me.Failed and left blood stains.
I brought people close . Then I created differences between brothers ,races,religions.I connected a country across length in china .I divided a country in Germany.I became strongest at the Swiss bank.Weakest in the flood zones of Bihar.I spread hatred & separated people when I got demolished in Ayodhya .At Berlin , I watched love of the long separated hearts when I was brought down .I tried to hold on hard when i was bombarded in Palestine.They made bullet holes through me in Jaffna.Government bulldozers crushed me countless times around the world.But i always survived.
I protected people.I saw a family growing before me.I wore the swastika mark.They decorated me for good luck in festivals.The baby leaned on me to walk its first step.Fell.Leaned again & learnt how to walk.He grew in to a boy.He put Sachin's and pam's posters side by side. I saw the aspirations of that young man & also his frustrations when he hit & kicked me.He got married.Some of his passionate moments with his woman were spent in my arms only.I used to listen to the secrets of the house.They said I had ears.I stood honestly with the family.I saw sons and daughters leaving old parents.I felt the tears of the old father as he rested his head against me & cried.He became alone, just like me.We talked. Old time friends again.
They made movies .Wall-E ,Deewar.But put reshma ki jawani poster on me .Sunny deol injured me in each of his movies.I never felt the pain.They posted flirty messages on me in facebook.The floyds cried of being just another brick inside me.Crazy dumb YOs wrote renegade RoX on my chest.I never complained.I remained static .Surrounding that old municipality school for years as I used to witness the Dilli chalo slogan being written over again and again countless times.Dr.Ali advertised his path-breaking anti-impotency medicines on my head.I became the canvas.People painted me ,some times with color and brush,Most of the times with urea enriched water.I din't complain.I became religious , political and social.Flaunted the aum, the cross and the crescent moon .The hand, the lotus and the elephant.The protests against fee hikes , domestic violence ,corruption & article 377.
Lenon said that my fall would bring peace to world.But i don't have death.I am invictus.Nothing and nobody can cease my existence.I was , I am & I will be.Between rich and poor , between hindu and muslim , between black and white.I become invisible.I touch lives and when I get old, I fall and crush them.And they erect me again.Still everyone loves me.I preserve order.Life keeps on growing around me.People live inside walls.Walls live inside people.Everyone finds his way through me.So the saying goes "Where there is a wall , there is a way".
So next time when you feel alone , try to talk with me.We can share some never ending stories.In silence ... just like the old time friends :).
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