Embellishment

If you guessed early, I do not know anything I would like to know, on a splendid moment, A moment that would keep the hearts alive, beating for a soul That we would still be believers, No one would remind us that. You would laugh with your body and smile, nothing offensive though You would laugh at my naivety, you would laugh at my silence. 1947 divided the greater India exactly like a bloody meat As we seek refuge in Qurbani for unspoken myth of lies. Supposedly, I do not know anything I would like to know, on a moment of virtue Where a name would not puzzle me anymore I would be able to see beyond the name, through the words. Honestly, I do not know anything All my unspoken words melt down With melting rice in dense, boiled milk My knowledge and my divinity melts down in that mix Where you creep on to the darker souls, Given and overwhelmed, unapologetically. With your definition of a holy scripture That defines impurity so perfectly in a prescribed way. I would be knowledgeable that day, When a neighbor need not announce "Let me pray in my Christian faith", And I would end up my fasting in a Hindu gathering With their orange sherbet. I would be wiser that day When Melted dreams would plead in hunger for redemption to the utmost divine. With every grain of effort in humility, in purity. That day, I would establish my soul in divinity And I would establish my souls in purity For every whiteness flowing through past. After all, it is much easier a path, is it not?