Of a Muslim and a Jew — by Zeeba T. Hashmi



walled love


you bring me to the creed not defined by my spirit
but what surrounds is a world of empty hearts,
with  calculated minds
what more can we design?
save the want of the heart.
in contradiction to what we are
that our souls are not.
t’s love brings us together
but conditions, closer to enmity
what confidence do we desire?
but ego, sets us bound.
in history, we are different
but we have a connection we can hear
in each others’ breast
that of a thumping heart
denying all dogmas
and  prejudices

religion? what religion?
the one that pelts
or the one of love
for us?