Birds
Birds
Two old men, living either
Side of a border, tense,
Saw each other, cautiously greeted.
'How's life?' probed one.
'Dull and sad,' said the other,
As revealing a national secret.
' And you?'
' Colourless n empty. What to do?'
Let's sing,' the older suggested,
'Before our soldiers come.'
Each sang his national anthem
Each found the dullness grow,
Each found the silence grow.
'Your people
killed my... That was years back......
Will you sing...
Will you sing, instead,
A love song for my heart?'
The other one sang
A song buried long in heart.
Both smiled, both remained quiet.
Remained quiet and remained long.
Till the younger pointed skyward.
First, a large flock of migratory
Birds was seen,
On what seemed a secret, unifying act.
Then two love birds, defying borders
Also came me into view.