#SilentConfessions

It was the last time they were seeing each other, before they had to permanently part.

It was a final good bye, never would they now meet; cried silently, their mind, body, heart.

Silence, there was; in fact, dead silence, but hear could, their own heart beats

Held their hands they did, as they silently sat besides each other, not being able to accept this defeat

Very difficult it would be, to live without each other; yet they would have to, they had no choice

Their feelings, they struggled to control and hide; this young couple had by now lost their voice.

Lost they, their love to destiny. Tomorrow she was leaving; returning to her country.

The war between two countries had separated two loving hearts; she now belonged to the enemy country

This newly created country had broken two lving hearts, two childhood sweethearts.
eyes silently, tears ; all their lives, they would now live in parts.

A part, that sincere was to their citizens, their country; and the other, that bled for love, that love , which would remain incomplete for ever

Two countries, two leaders, their egos, two powers, two armies, these guns, bombs, grenades, which would for ever, their love sever.

Armin Dutia Motashaw