3.3.14

Conflicts

As the sand in the wind
That refused to be moved away
I stayed still, my roots firm
My mind, body and soul
As ice cubes in a tray
Remained the same way,
Conflicts occurred from rear to top
But I stayed there the same way
Immovable like in a battlefield
Least bothered about
The bitterest consequences... 

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