Divide Poem by Muhammad Ameer

You and I were not so different;
Under the clouds of Monsoon,
we were one.
As the subcontinent,
Self-sufficient and marvelous.
Together we bore children,
The civilization along the Indus.
By god we were one,
Our unity,
the indivisibility was devine.
People were jealous,
they would remark:
"the ideal combination of land and sea, crafted with celestial artistry.
Who can have all of it? "
We never bothered.
We had it all, fertile valleys,
sobber deserts,
and mighty mountains.
We were destined to be together till the end of time.
Survival was never our concern, but vanity was one.
Just a rosy red apple that devil had it up in his sleeve.
The apple had its curse, we became the surrogate
For the serpent.
What we nourished in our wombs
Turned out to be the serpents with contesting egos.
What was left for us, then?
A divorce, mediated by the envious ones.