“India needs four run from two ball,
To go past their arch rival Pakistan”
The sound of commentator echoed.
When the world was busy celebrating
this great conflict of two sisters
Somewhere in the midst of country
A heart was pondering, with tears
Tears, of remorse , of sadness, of separation
Separation with the one who lied
In the midst of the other sister
Similar pondering was heard.
“Papa I want to marry Fatima”
“Abbu I want to marry Akash”.
God stood the witness
As two longing hearts lay apart
Community for no reason, longed separation
As two people celebrated the tie match,
Two sisters cried disunion
Rattling of gun was the last sound heard.