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.
