Baseless skies, become evidence,
At a hearing of separation.
A rupture matures and unlocks
An aged, mutual fixation.
The wise prefer roots to fruits,
While dreamers devour yields.
Some celebrate within for walls,
Others set fires at the fields.
An enriching profit for all,
This eternal loss for the two
Attendants retire to greener pastures,
The victims go homeless and blue.
Both see a roof over their heads,
But no home under their roofs.
They took their remains with them
And lost identity in each other, aloof.
Rains poured through grey days, since,
And summer breezes have advanced.
All forces resumed their paces,
Paying homage to a missing stance.
-Karan Ghosh
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