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There once were two cities on a hill top
They lived together in a happy neighbourhood
For years and years they cherished life
With each others’ help, they prospered together.
But one day the kings had to disagree
They were brothers but now enemies
A distasteful quarrel led to another
And now there laid a battlefield.
Today two strongholds with fierce eyes,
Bowed to each other with empty sighs,
As they prepared for the other to attack,
There came a distant sound of cry,
They look confused around themselves
The battlefield was silent
With only the cries prevalent.
Streams of blood had shrouded their chests
The beads of anger had now been swept
They sheathed their swords feeling unsure
Here they were, two kings alive, alone
And no kingdoms to withhold,
They dropped their swords bent their knees
Two brothers had fought and now there were only battlefields.
They looked into each other’s eyes
And cried a silent sorrowful “goodbye”
Life could never go on again with guilt on their minds.
There once were two cities on a hill top
They lived happy together in a happy neighbourhood
Now the sun shines on nothing but sorrows
There is no one to blame but the egos that  the kings had borrowed.

Author: IJYA

I am a crazy dreamer and a talkative writer. A rare combination! ;)

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