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Woven:Week Forty of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with the Letter ” W”
Quilts are woven in many cultures for various reasons. Quilts are colorful, a harmonious cacophony of colors. They tell a story, story of love, story of passion, story of hardship, story of survival and story of rejuvenation. Sadly in the quilt of nations, the harmony of colors is missing. It is replaced by false vanity of nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, language etc. From our childhood we are bombarded by stories from our past, our cultures, our mythology. These are woven into the fabric of our everyday existence, so much so that we consider anybody else not sharing the same as aliens. They are not woven into the fabric of the quilt of our existence.
Technology has made the world smaller, brought people much closer. Technology also has made it easier for bigots to spew venom, spread hatred. Isn’t it time for us to weave a new story, a modern story of the human race? A story of hope, a story of all of us coming together, a story of march for justice and peace for all. If that story can be woven successfully, what a legacy we shall leave for posterity.
With that thought in mind, for week forty of my fifty two weeks journey with the letter “W”, I chose “Woven” as the starting word for my poem. Now, my dear readers, it’s time for me to go and finish writing my poem before it is midnight and Wednesday rolls into Thursday.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-Nov-2-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings