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"they were poles apart
dreaming about the same sleep!"

one, his little weary hands toil the soil
and the other,
soothes the sheep bleats to hum with his string.

no thread connects their lives
to the equator,
but just the sunken eyes and hope,
and the same dream, they share.

everyday;
the kind of sleep they quench for
is just an oasis seen by
the thirsty eyes!

©Rajvik