Lover's Abode

Take me to a place

where the horizon bends

where there are silvery clouds

and golden dew drops

where there are no borders and no LOC

where there is only you and me

I am not called a Christian

and you are not called a Hindu.

Take me to a place

high on the hill

flooded with trees and flowers

butterfly and caterpillars dance

on top of the hill

is a lonely shiuli tree

let us lay in the shade of it

the shiuli flowers dropping

on our face, lips and bodies

the fingers of a

Parsi and a Muslim entwined.

Take me to a place

where all the rivers meet

and flow in one rhythm

a cadence transformed

into waterfalls

flowing on the rocks below

the rocks carved into

Vishnu, Juesus, Allah

All Gods at one place.