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It’s as if they suddenly draw-ed a line,

one is your, the other’s mine,

when i go for my usual walk in the evening,

you too see sun in your morning.

the earth that begins at your feet,

seem not to end at my meet,

as the air you breathe- i breathe it too,

blood is red, eyes are two.

i see your map, mine also

and the circle is draw at the snow,

along with serious heat and cold,

wounds of healthy and old.

each one cocks it eyes at the moon,

one do test explosion,

other do it by red beacon,

despite beauty the ‘leh’ is rotten.

where the world got enlightenment,

with the path of Buddha sentiment,

learn! we fought together for self-autonomy,

now fighting over ‘land of gastronomy’.

Palmist offer us nothing but confusion,

they led the bitter division,

the theory kept successful,

brother are not more trustful.

someone said,

“there was never such line-

in this newborn land”

both are lot and plenty,

but our chests are nearly empty.

it’s not 47’s reincarnation,

shapes are nearly in formation,

hill can reach at its peace,

if.. we two put down our lease.