The Indo Pak Tryst

The Indo Pak tryst

It was a little late

in the afternoon,

when India woke up to see

the crescent moon,

in the courtyard of its

Rashtrapathiji….

Resplendent and sanguine

but clean shaven, and already

standing in line…

for a shake of hand

and a verbal toon

from our very own

king over the moon -

Resplendent and sanguine

bearded and waiting

at the head of the line.

Then…

As they sat down to dine,

with POK on the table

and IOK beneath,

The table topic was,

as most would expect,

neither sugary nor refined.

It certainly was

their error of terror;

and our terror of an error,

of what and  how

to peacefully enshrine.

But nothing else mattered

When from afar,

the sound,

it shattered

the ears of peace

and submerged the elation

Of a cherished dream.

It’s then, we realized,

its an apparition created

by the flash of a photographer

And a shawl for his Mother…

A gesture returned

So our step motherly relationship

Might not ferment, nor sour…..