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

Akhtar Jawad

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