To Junaid by Joie Bose
Junaid my child, did you know when you were kicking in your mothers tummy
that you would have to thank Allah everyday
or that you would like beef kebabs?
That on Diwali the night sky is filled with fire stars
and that Ganesha and Lakshmi come with blessings?
I didn't either, I didn't either, I didn't either!
Junaid my brother, a child in the mother
has no religion
as a corpse won't either
were a human to die in a jungle
and become fodder for animals
more fierce than it,
but humans are not human anymore
and I wish we were both again in our mother,
Again in our mothers.
Junaid my brother, my tears are not Hindu, and your cry was not Muslim
Your soul is not Muslim, and my pain is not Hindu
Just our faiths were, just our faiths were, just our faiths were;
And how bloody all faith feels now
now that your blood stains it,
now that the guilt of a million stains it,
now that, now that you're a name being echoed
and your bones lie cold beneath the earth, you lie cold beneath the earth.
Damn this bloody faith! Damn this bloody faith!
Junaid my love, I have no words to offer
Only a cry, only a cry of a million...