I saw her yet again today
In the golden fields, cutting hay
I smiled, the gesture returned back to me
Yet courage failed me; I could not speak.
We stood on the same brown sands
Yet unable to greet and shake hands
Separated not by mighty brick walls
But by a treaty which separated our countries.
Fear burned inside like an ignited stove That tomorrow when the push comes to shove
We would face off, guns in hand
And kill in the name of defending our lands.
Painful, heart-breaking it is to watch people fight
Sometimes I wonder whether it is even right
To fight for the trees and fuel and land
For that land which is neither ours nor theirs.
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Fantastic
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Very nice, good work keep it up..
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Awesome
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Semma!! You are rocking as always.. pls continue the same 😍
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Keep going….such apt use of words….. great poet
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Good one Sahana, apt for the current situation and as always, sheer excellent use of words
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Semma! Keep rocking Sahana 😍
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Very nice and true bravo gal
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The Fence yes we may relate this separation in many situation. Every coin have two sides all were stand in one side and forget to check the truth in other side of the coin. Young people like you analysis both sides and come up with a fantastic poem with a great narration. You are a rock star keep it up.
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Amazing vocabulary as always and so relevant for the current situation. Keep it up Sahana
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Wonderful Sahana
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Wonderful Sahana. Keep it up.
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