Yet, let us ponder, deep and wise,
What fuels the fire in their eyes?
Is it a mirror to our own,
A side of us we've never known?
For foes may spring from wounded hearts,
From misconceptions, broken parts,
Perhaps a chance to heal the pain,
And break the cycle's cruel chain.
With eyes that gleam like daggers keen,
A heart encased in armor's sheen,
They walk a path divergent, stark,
A journey leading through the dark.
In rivalry, we often see,
Reflections of our own journey,
A chance to grow, to rise above,
And transform enmity to love.
In shadows deep, where darkness weaves,
A figure lurks with motives cleaves.
An enemy, both fierce and bold,
A tale of conflict to be told.
So let us strive to understand,
The enemy's complex demand,
To bridge the gaps, find common ground,
And in compassion, we are bound.
For in the end, we're all but human,
Seeking light amidst the gloom,
And enemies, with time and grace,
Might turn to friends, a warm embrace.
Raghuveer Sharma
07-Aug-2023 12:30 AM
nice
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Niraj Pandey
06-Aug-2023 12:27 PM
nice
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Reena yadav
06-Aug-2023 11:11 AM
👍👍
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