When children fight
Do I know the reason
When siblings fight
Do I know the reason
When husbands and wives
Make noise
How do I know the reason

In my daily routine
Neither I shout at the guy
Who is late to office
Nor I find fault with the officer
Who complains on the errant staff
They must manage their issues
I am not the world’s policeman

Palastine and Israel are one and the same
There is no difference between
Crimea and Ukraine
European Union and Russian Federation
Do not make any sense

My bread and butter
Idly and Sambar
My Roti and onion
My fashionable Kurta
And the Pajama in the making

Temples and high brows
Oranges and vermilion
Swords and balances
Nothing to hide
I am no ones’ aide