Building Bridges

I feel your sweet spirit in me

Share and love life with thee

   You and I can never part

For we are connected at heart

You and I go shop with the same rupee

We unwind our stress with the same tea

For the leaves give us the same kick start

We get ready to play another game of dart

We feast the same way with zea

Biryani, Chapatti, Pulao & green tea

Words & quotes from the same chart

Why you & I have tears when we depart?

Our flowers get suckled by the same bee

    For cooking we use the same ghee

    We are thought to be equally smart

      By the world that uses us for mart

Sharing the same breeze of Arabian Sea

The worlds view for two of us is small pea

 Saying sorry, accepting fault is a fine art

 Hate, stay away from our kids; we restart

Wonder how many generations it be

For both us to actually ponder and see

We cannot be each others weak part

Plot and plan so one of us falls apart

We both should sit down and foresee

Wars and Weapons shall never be trustee

For humans to feast together a friendly tart

Satan shoo-away, my Indian friend & I are riding on the same cart!

Dedicated to India Pakistan and its billions of people who live on either side of the border, sharing the bond of friendship as God had wanted. 


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