Our skin color is the same
Our blood groups match
We both have the future in our eyes
We hold our memories in frames

I can see a dwelling just like mine
Wherein they tend to each other
Where the days and nights are alike
Together on us the same stars and sun shine
Across the stroke is a similar means of living
Farmers , doctors , lawyers , teachers and traders
I am sure even they are taught
Love grows not from snatching but giving

To some who are very tenacious
War gives nothing but ruins
Give affection to one and all
Its a small life and very precious......