Inside the air-conditioned restaurant
in the dim privacy of the cabin
sitting across a table
over a cup of hot tea
she was lamenting about
the thin line dividing us
getting thicker and thicker
wider and wider
with the fall of each day
at a moment we dream about
a world where thin lines get blurred
be it relationship between man and man
man and woman
nation and nation
instead of them turning thicker and thicker
wider and wider
for which I couldn’t give
her a satisfying answer and kept mum
for minutes.
later deflecting the issue…..
which made her eyes tearful
and face falling under a pall of gloom
like a flower turning pale
with the fall of darkness……
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