A Sufi's Take On 'republic' Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Kinar's embrace, 'neath skies so wide,
Lived Aarav, with music as his guide.
By the river, his flute's song did glide,
With Sarhad the koi, at his side.

'Koi sarhad naa use roke, ' he believed,
In dreams where mystical whispers weaved.
A melody, pure, in his heart conceived,
To heal the rifts, once grieved.

Through lands divided, his music soared,
Uniting hearts that once roared.
Aarav's tune, like a peace accord,
Brought together, what was once ignored.

In Zehn and Kinar, his song did ring,
A message of unity it did bring.
'Let love and faith, their wonders sing,
And let no boundary clip our wing.'

With Sarhad by him, in harmonious flight,
Aarav stood, a beacon of light.
His melody, a symbol of sight,
That love and trust make futures bright.

Thus, 'The Tune of Unity, ' born of love,
Echoed below, soared above.
A testament to what we're capable of,
When we're guided by the stars and the dove.