What you see is a edge of the mountain , what they see is a border .
In my view it was nature , in there mind it was Pakistan on the other side .
Borders defining boundaries of the nations .
I stood there watching the flags waving at each other with the wind .
Stories of victory and defeat was written on the roads .
Soldiers patrolling on both ends , with guns in there hand and emotions hiding deep beneath the bunkers .
I was merely a civilian for them , wandering here and there in search of something new .
Tales of the time from a stranger wearing a uniform greener than the mountains .
I did found things that I never found before , peace counted by the post we have .
The more the post , the more the soldiers , the more the peace is at our end .
Where the hope lies in the hands of the enemies .
Where faith within yourself is what keeps you going .
Where love was found buried beneath the stones .
P.S. - This Indian post is not open for civilians , no detail of the location will be shared . The picture was taken with permission on the check post . In the picture you see , border , bunker and a broken heart .
The heart was found near the check post bunker , beneath some stones .
Seeking love , that's what you will get .
A world full of love , No war . ❤️