A STRANGE CITY

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    Strange
    Everything in that city was strange
    Love was strange and hatred was strange
    And all the close relationships were strange
    People were united by their walls
    But separated by the gulfs between their hearts
    They were neighbors
    But had strange rivalries with each other
    They were children of the same father
    They looked alike
    But strangely enough they were ready to kill each other
    Every moment of silence was screaming
    In the city of sounds there was some strange rebellion
    Everyone seemed to be made of glass
    But the glass people were also in love with stones
    Their faces and clothes were drenched in blood
    But the blood had a strange color
    In that city even the tradition of inheritance was strange
    Every generation passed on guns to next generation

     

    It was strange
    Everything in that city was strange
    Love was strange and hatred was strange
    And all the close relationships were strange.
                                                                                 Sohail  Sep 2002
     
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