Immersed in a fierce dispute of who is better than whom,
One is calamity, the other a plethora of comforting lies,
A placid melody and a lonesome cry,
A yearning to live and a longing to die,
Imagine what it’s like to have both at same time?
And so years pass but their conflict continues,
One must fear the amount of hatred they consume,
Tremendously tormented; blood bathed and withered,
Neither surrender nor they cease-fire,
Who must win a battle so dire?
The writer is a student of English literature and linguistics at Air University.
Published in Daily Times, July 30th 2018.
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