A single moment could alter eternity
And at the stroke of a midnight's hour, two brothers
Severed their cords and their mother cried in crimson.
All the straight borders on the world map are often
The plots of masters in decline and parameters
Of divisions and differences are a funny joke,
Sacrifices go unheard in the unholy
altars of Wagah. And patriots wake up twice
In a year, like Kumbhakaran, to reek havoc.
Sunda Upasund
Invincible together,
Who's Tilotamma here?
~Ajay
15/8/18
