Your white is my red
My white is your black
Your green is my saffron
My duppata is your scarf
Your cross is my Om
My bindi is your kohl
Your eyes weep like mine
My child hugs like yours
Your prayer may be your work
My work is my main prayer
I worship an elephant
You a saint with a dog
I bow, you kneel
You raise hands, I fold them
And with these folded hands I ask
Look beyond these signs,
Look further from the symbols
Peep into the heart and you will realize
We simply are not that apart
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