The Spy
Spoiler alert..
“We divided ourselves among caste, creed, culture and countries but what is undivided remains most valuable: a mere smile and the love.”
― Santosh Kalwar
my love,
motherland is soft
her flowers flow
through my veins
i hold her rivers
in my chest
i carry her earth
in all my pockets
and the enemy
is a thief, my love
hiding behind
the dark wall
waiting to rob
the shores of
my mother
the scarlet scarf
of her springs
so, my love, i must
not be the poet
in your jasmine arms
tonight reading to you
all the little notes
of rose love
i write to you
with my every breath
instead i must now
trick the enemy
and walk towards
my hanging rope
and whisper
to the executioner
we did just fine
you and me
we both protected
our mothers.
~
Vaishali Paliwal
Doesn’t matter if the spy was from Israel or Syria or any other country, he would still write this same love letter. The heartbreak of divison created in the world is very apparent. We all carry its grief.
When Eli is getting executed, Syrians who had been his friends when they knew him as Kamel, shed a tear. Probably somewhere far, the President too.
Under the cruelest of the wars, there is still humanity in its kindness and love it so longs to get back to; it so longs to live beyond the borders; in its only home of oneness.
Eli’s remains were never returned to his family. Many died. Dirt of filthy and greedy powerful men continued to make our home toxic. But in parallel there are also many grand love stories. Let us remember them. Let us keep the hope alive.
