Woman, who are you to me?
Has the barbed wire changed your face
across the distance from me?
You also hurt with labour pains,
the anguish is the same as mine.
What is it then that makes you the ‘Other’?
Our oppression is the same.
We both have ‘patriarch protectors’.
They say its for our own good.
Abuse, rape, trauma, insanity…
yet the moonlight falls on both of us.
Kindling the same hope in you and me.
A memory of Wagah Border (1994)