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The Sun Never Chooses Sides
We walked under the same sky,
but carried different forecasts.
your silence was a sandstorm
and mine a drought.
Yet we mistook our survival
as our strength.
I was parched with waiting
and you were eroded by wind.
World saw our resilience not the cracks.
How I begged for rain or
How you vanished behind gusts.
They said strong woman is "silent"
They said strong man is "violent'.
Neither of us asked for this climate.
But what if one day, we looked up—
and saw that the sun never chose sides.
Copyright ©
abdul Mannan
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