'ma, what's a b.o.u.n.d.a.r.y? '
her little girl asked her one day
pushing her hair off her baby forehead
eyes glued to the geography book
'that's lines people draw for themselves, '
she replied busy fixing her dinner
'but how will i see them, ma? '
'no, you can never see them, you see
they're never fixed
they disappear in a blink
and get drawn in a blink too...'
she replied looking beyond
the boundary of her window
11may2010
08.00hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-biography-of-an-unknown-woman-xix/
