Recreating Memories...

I still remember the day,

When whole of Mumbai was in water.

My neighbour was stuck in a bus,

Full of cancer patients and not a single doctor.

Water level was rising high and high,

Came rushing few boys ,like angles of sky.

They saved their lives, fed them with food,

This is what I call true brotherhood.

Did I tell you, my neighbour was Hindu

and those boys were Muslim,

Religion has no value in this story,

Coz' those boys were sent by HIM.

On one December the sixth,

We reached Kochi, city of god's own country.

Transport were off the road,

We were stuck, totally lost and hungry.

A friend's family gave us shelter and food,

This is what I call true brotherhood.

Did I tell you, we were Hindus,

and that family was Muslim,

Religion has no value in this story,

Coz' that family was created by HIM.

Finally to all citizen of my country,

I will ask each one of you, bluntly.

Remember when you landed in a situation,

Same like me, by the act of fate.

You were always helped, loved, saved,

And cared by your fellow mate.

People who saved and took care,

Might be Hindus, Christians or Muslim.

Religion has no value in my poem,

Coz' each one of us are created by HIM.

HE who created us,

Never asked us to fight.

HE is preacher of love,

Guiding us towards what is right.