ON THE BORDER FENCE
Written by APU MONDAL
A swallow sat on the border fence, calm as usual, unfazed, unaware of gunfire or hatred between humans. The day is dear everywhere as is the life lived in huts or bungalows, tasting a dry bread or a roasted steak sleeping by the air dreaming of bygone days, yes, there once was no fence nor fear, no stupid stuff about being neighbors across the fence. At night, the moon vows to shed light on liars, but they are asleep unaware in stupidity that men once were human.