Battle of Opinions

Battle of Opinions

The battle of opinions was fought between commoners;
Right and Left were the warring parties.
Expressions and language pierced violently—
Words struck the hearts of their opponents.

Social media became the battlefield.
Every burning heart poured out anguish
In informal debates that brought only temporary relief.

Warm regards, thanks, and congratulatory messages went missing.
Opinions of Right and Left were locked in a tug of war.

Somebody smiled from a corner-
It was the one who had set the house on fire,
Then vanished into hiding.
Unnoticed by the warring parties,
That culprit enjoyed the battle from afar.

Then the admin decided
To stop the warring parties from posting opinions.
The battle of opinions ceased at once.

But the warriors were not ready—
They searched for another platform
To continue their intense fight, from A to Z.

Meanwhile, the real battle was fought
By real soldiers.

And in the end—
Truth prevailed.

Comments

Ajit Baburao Tawde said…

Hara Hara Mhadev 🕉️🚩🕉️🚩🕉️🚩
Jai Shri Ram 🕉️🚩🕉️🚩🕉️🚩

29 April 2025 at 15:14

Ameya said…

Very good, loved it

29 April 2025 at 20:51

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