Sailing on the same boat,
humming the same lines,
we talked,
shared space,
slept under same sheet.

One got down at east,other at west.
Now,divided by directions,
by color,
by race,
by history,

They spat each other on differences.

Yes,forgetfulness is a boon,
but remembrance is a blessing.

We are one,
only the red blood and the last breath is what is real.
Let’s love,love and love.

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