To My Comrades

by Shreema Ningombam

The world would not stop being beautiful
After you and I are long gone
Isn’t it lovely?
The scorching taunting sun
The soothing platonic moon And Ah! This land
Yours and mine
Where we all belong
You and I
I know why you smile
I know why you cry
I know why you scream
Even when no word comes from your lips
My heart talks to yours
You and I carry different flags
But we know
Our mom had made them for us
To wave in the wind
In the thunder
In the dual roots of the rainbow
Comrades! I take this path And you the other
Hand in hand
Or Sword to sword at this day
But I promise I will meet you there
And I will be with you that day!

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