The words spieled cold

As their hearts were frozen.

Showers of kisses

And hugs of comradeship-

Were on the beat

But there was no sweat in it.

The craving mind longed

To dwell in liberty forever.

All the white and the black,

Both exulted themselves;

They envied the ‘Suras’.

There’re alleyways

Between the mountains.

The ‘Satyagrahis’ knew it.

What if?

If the wars were only for water?

Slashing through transparency

To confiscate treasures.

Then, there are a few,

Always

To breathe a little fresh air.

 

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