A long row of border pillars, all mean,
Wound thro' thickets and farms on sandy track,
White-washed, each bearing a number in black,
Like suture-marks on earth's unfolding skin!
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'With disdain do birds man-made borders beat'........How true! A powerful poem for unity of mankind!
Thanks Ruta Mohapatra you liked the poem