I saw a stranger, today,
With the eyes same as mine.
Beaming rays of both Hope and Disparity.
One half of him believed,
The sun will rise and shine
brighter than yesterday.
Other half was skeptical.
It was dark.
As dark as the future it sees.

There was a war; a ferocious one between his two halves.
Which will continue for hundred years, I know.
He was same as me, troubled and fed-up.
Hope or Disparity,
He no longer cared about the victor that will emerge.

And, suddenly,
He was not the stranger I saw a minute ago.
He was me.