The wars happen just for a few days
but the lives weep in a million ways
the dark shadows of loneliness
the villages, that withers silently
the broken spans over the river
the earth of ours
deeply wounded
asking for mercy
My enemies
My brothers
Lets stop this
As you are like my shadow.
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DILKASH
6th October 2010
2:35 a.m.
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