While Crossing the Border of the Eastern Region - Sonnet
While crossing the border of the eastern region
For some earning and some worldly reason
He stumbled over the invisible wall of hard stone
Neither he entered nor a word did he utter when
His muscles fought against uttering
As the soldiers of rounding border
Spend sleepless night and day standing
With open weapons and heavy gun-powder;
Neither he earned anything nor at home did he return
That was the journey of his last going
The last cry his mother cried for the son
Died in the vessel on the huge water of ocean,
He was the only bud but failed to bloom
And the plant did nothing but dried to doom.
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