~
all those fictions
make each contradiction
though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks

while you and me
under the same tree
not like a friend we see
as like a foe to be

this distance
that expanding constant
making a dark wall
which is as the sky tall  

while you or me
from the opposite we see
the truth or lie
as we feel that never die

all those fictions
make each contradiction

when every morning bell
we feel either heaven or hell
but at the end of the day
when everything grew gray

both we seek peace
that is our teach
as the spiritual kiss
finally we miss

though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen