BORDER: BEYOND THE HATRED WALLS

The kerfuffle was a common seen, on the platform number three,
New Delhi railway station was like an old banyan tree.
Thousand birds each a day squeaked in diverse tones,
Up and down the platform lanes, many a child has grown.
Mr Ahmad stood in joy, at a corner; peaceful though,
His beloved wife at sixty five carried her age old glow.
Their daughter sat on a wooden bench, reading through a page,
She was mid in forty five, yet ignorant of her age.
Her daughter was a glistening lass, she was twenty two,
Her splendid aura wafted high luring crimson hue.
Amira was a carefree bird, fluttering wings of love,
Her eyes were dark as fantasy, like a turtle dove.

They waited long for the train to come, much awaited day,
Their eyes were all too eager to see, their lands on the other bay.
Grandpa! asked the little girl, what memories do you store?
Can you tell me what waits on the foreign floor?
Mr Ahmad smiled a bit, emotions wrapped his brain,
Little drops of crystal tears, dropped as a winter rain.
Dear girl, I still remember, a sweet shop in our lane,
Fifty five years ago, it still brings me pain.
May be streets have changed a lot, dressed in new attire,
But my heart still holds the flame, the flame of fervent fire.
It was my town, my Lahore, the one where I was born,
Years before I hardly knew, there will be a wall of thorns
They created walls with glaring hate, till today it stands,
The other side is their land, this side is our sands.
The year was nineteen forty two, my dad had crossed the door,
Nomadic ones in search of peace, came to the chartless shore.
From their began our new life, a new phase indeed,
A new soil to learn and grow like a departed seed.
The streets of home had changed the turns, a new brook to sail,
Your land, my land, game began, with weapons guarding the dale.

Whistles shook the cloudy thoughts; the train was walking in,
Foaming hopes with pellucid wings, painted vibrant grins.
Samjhota Express was the one that'll take them to the end,
Atari border waits with love, for its beloved friend.
They boared the train with dreams unfurled to reach a different shore,
Amira gazed through lands of leas, beyond the iron door....