ALSphere Foundation
A crooked line drawn by an amateur artist
Demarked a tranquility slumbered land
Dividing the nation for religious protagonists
Creating border on the same sand
People separated, heats broken
Sun is yet alike on both sides
Waters divided by altered tokens
Rivers still have the same tides
Hate grew and armies rose
Dissecting faiths and resilient bonds
But breeze blew and birds soared
Across the line, to the ponds
They demonstrate and we compete
We discern, we are way better
The border still has the heat
But hearts have an identical patter
Culture divided, laws are different
Nothing can ever be drawn same
Dusks periodic, seasons recurrent
Across border, is just a nation’s name
