Don’t get me wrong here, for I’m not the believer,
Only this time I can’t help but wonder,
In another birth I’ll have you,
May be then you won’t be a Muslim and I won’t be a Hindu,
And the world won’t be so broken.
We could get to fall in love again,
Beyond the stigma of caste and religion,
United by our hearts that beat together, and our souls inseparable,
May be then people wouldn’t raise their eyebrows,
Watching two ‘enemies’ revel in each other,
So smitten with love.