CEASEFIRE
After heavyloss of life and property,
for talks of ceasefire the people meet,
mud slinging and thumping of desks,
sometimes walk out all pell mell,
then evacuation of every inch of land,
and demarcations of new boundaries,
and exchange of prisoners of war,
all is done with diplomatic smiles,
tea and cigars they puff up with glee,
but many a point still remains,
as a bone of contention to fight again
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