India and Pakistan

a poem by Anup S Mudugal

The sun is the same that sets
and rises, here and there.
The river shall always flow,
carrying dirt to sea.
The winds that blow swiftly
take a message along.
The sand dunes of Thar, move
no boundaries to stop.
People on both sides fight
to death, blood though same.
O God, let people perish,
before they die an untimely death.