A Globe without the Lines

Sometimes,

I just ponder to self,

Wondering who am me?

Am I Indian or American?

Or just a human being?

Sometimes,

I just wonder to self,

Wondering who I am?

Am I an Englishman or Arabian?

Or am I just a man?

So what if I am born in plains,

Or if I grew up in mountains,

What does it make me?

Who is going to define?

I don’t need the answers to it,

All I want is a ‘globe without the lines’

Let’s get rid of the barbed fence,

Let’s give rest to the border men,

Let’s erase the map of lines,

Let a new world be defined,

Let the borders disappear,

Let’s bid bye to nuclear fear,

Put the guns and bombs to rust,

Let the tanks gather dust.

Let’s take a stand,

Let there be no countrymen,

Make the world one,

One big happy heaven,

That is all I wish to see,

The future I would like,

Let’s pledge to dump the hate,

And build a globe without the lines.

Love does not fade

The bride is veiled in grey,

Colorful linens beneath,

Waits for the chosen one,

To lift her veil and breathe.

Breathe his love on her face,

His love is sweltering hot,

We see them do it every day,

But love we see not.

Dressed in blue, brown and green,

With grey over snowy white,

Waits eagerly for the chosen one,

That silent, beautiful wife.

Out he comes, into the black,

Dressed in yellow bright,

Lifts the veil slowly with love,

And all the world is light.

Every day they do the same,

But love does not fade,

Earth and sun love each other,

Why humans can’t do same?