I want to die at the place of my birth, <br />No soil is better than that soil on this earth, <br />Colors of that soil have a rainbow in it, <br />Any other soil for me is misfit, <br />Smell of that soil inspires my soul, <br />Everything of that soil suits me as a whole. <br />But I know I can't go there, <br />It's almost same I live now where, <br />The culture of this soil is alike and same, <br />Whom should I name and whom I blame, <br />For the walls we built for the wars we fought, <br />Were short sightedness and narrow minded thought, <br />These are the questions to be answered in future, <br />Nobody could divide our ancient culture, <br />Music of Khusro and message of Nizam, <br />To a Muslim Assalam to a Hindu Ram Ram.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-muslim-assalam-to-a-hindu-ram-ram/
