Six and half decades
of intense enmity
between the two neighbours.
Doves flew in and flew out
in disillusionment and
disappointment writ
large on their faces.
In the place of
the old doves
new ones flew in
with optimism
gleaming in their eyes
and in the end
conceding defeat
flew out helpless.
New ones would fly in
with determination and optimism
as the sparks of
hope always there to
reflect
in the eyes of doves
generations and after generations. ….
Hopes are eternal….
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