By Payal Meena
Two nations stand with guarded eye,
Beneath the same blue sky.
And,
Our soldiers stand selflessly in sunsets' hues,
Defending our borders, but our hearts remain blue.
They stand for the love of our people, for the pride of our land,
For the peace that would be grand.
But,
Each side prays with equal pain,
Each side bleeds in the same rain.
A mother weeps in Lahore's lane,
Another cries in Delhi's rain.
The uniform may not be he same,
But loss doesn't respect a name.
A coffin draped in Green or white,
Still shrouds a youth who chose the fight.
What have we gained in all these years?
Graves of dreams, river of tears?
No war has ever stitched, what hate has torn,
No child smiles, when a father mourns.