[Poem] Lines

Lines.
Lines on my palm,
can they change my luck?
Lines on my face,
have they made me any wiser?
Lines and visions blur
when reality strikes
Lines divided a country
but could not hearts divide
Lines in front of parched taps, and
lines to gather largesse grant
get erased, when patience breaks.
Why then, O wise one, tell me
should I not defy
the illogic logic of lines,
when even a Lakshman’s line
could not save a Sita’s fate?

Vijay © 9th August, 2005