Communal Harmony Poem by Mohd Arshad

And, in my lamb days,
I'd dreamt of a society
Where the neighbour's wall
Would not be pulled down,
But a wide window would be fixed;
Water would flow
From one door to the next
And no sunflower would ever shrivel;
The ruined roof would be repaired
And all would sit under it together,
Enjoying the feast of casper and cabbage;
The pudding would be shared;
The colours would be smeared;
The beads would be calmly chanted and heard;
Then I would proudly articulate
I live in a beautiful India.