This is the centenary year of World War 1. While Europe and the rest of the world commemorates and remembers the heroes of the War, gives names to the unspoken identities created/destroyed during the war, I want to use this opportunity to reflect on the story of some other commemorative events lost over the sands of time, partly because they are more closer to ‘contemporary history’, and may receive due adulation 50 years from now.
I have written some lines highlighting the plight of the land which has seen the war, experienced the pain of the people dying on it. This land belongs to nobody, it has no name. Because blood is its only defining identity now.
What have I done?
is it my fault,
that I am a land
in between Your world,
you Hate me, Maime me
you kill your own people and burn their houses.
But you still want my shores, cast your flags
capture my sails.
I am just a piece of land. A No-Man’s land.
No one owns me. Except the sea.
I am not a property, nor a religion,
I don’t even have a Name.
Oh fools! Why do you forget?
One day this sea will dissolve us all,
destroy your destruction,
Put to rest the coffins you laid on my shoulders
This is a No-Man’s land.
A land without a name, without a border, without a shore, without air.
Alas, this is not to be.