I know this is going to be abhorring to hear,
Some may even say my views spread fear,
They might call it names,
Divisive political games.
I patiently will retort,
To such antics, I won’t resort,
I also wouldn’t accept any farce,
My tolerance to hypocrisy is extremely sparse.
Only the naive will not see how politically involved our art is,
Both sides of the border have witnessed this,
We have been heirs of this unwanted heritage,
Blighted children suffering the separation of this marriage.
Only if tragedy were to be a test of an artist,
Soldiers would have been the perfect fit,
In concerts, we’d hear war cries of the brave
Painters would paint on grey tombstones over red graves.
The dead and alive, alike should blame the state
For what’s been their fate;
I want even our soldiers to return those honours for their fall,
The government can’t protect them as well after all
I understand that we aren’t at war,
But I also see deaths of my soldiers increase by dozens and scores,
Why don’t you make me understand,
Why don’t they, across the border, stop those with power in their hand?
I love stories of how things used to be,
Rahim and Ram swinging on branches of a tree,
Hits me right where I can feel,
That some stories just were never meant to be real
But this story can be true,
Only if we accept, me and you,
That our states need to stop this art of war,
Contrary to popular belief they can’t be separated anymore.
Stop sending arms to fidayeen forces,
Spread hope and peace in that valley of darkness,
We’ll talk about it, just sit down and meet for a drink,
Give our children a better world, be wise and think.
I say this with utmost responsibility,
I don’t preach self-nobility,
I urge your state, and mine, to follow ceasefire,
Times are getting bad, and the need is dire.
So please tell them, those who are concerned;
Barbaric, we all haven’t turned,
This holds the key to another fresh start,
Keep all of the guns away, till this war is an ancient art.