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The Children of Two Gods                                   You howled and cried and I wept too
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 You were hit on the head
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 And as your wound profusely bled,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Something broke inside me too
                                                                                                                                                                                       Hope this letter finds you and your family                                And as I daily pass by the same tree and the fields
                                                                                                                                                                                       In good health, and happiness too                                         I still see you sowing seeds
                                                                                                                                                                                       I just wanted to tell                                                     I just wish our God were one
                                                                                                                                                                                       That now I don't love you...                                              Then it would be such great fun
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 But we were two different people
                                                                                                                                                                                       Yes, at times, I do go to the old banyan tree                             With different Gods too
                                                                                                                                                                                       And very softly sing the same melody                                      So I just wanted to tell
                                                                                                                                                                                       That we used to sing together                                             That now I don't love you...
                                                                                                                                                                                       But now it doesn't matter,
                                                                                                                                                                                       It's been decades two                                                     And if you find this letter a little wet
                                                                                                                                                                                       And I just wanted to tell                                                 They are the drops of my sweat
                                                                                                                                                                                       That now I don't love you...                                              Don't think they are my tears
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 I am not living with your memories dear
                                                                                                                                                                                       But at times I watch the same train from the fields                       It's just that I passed by your old house today
                                                                                                                                                                                       That we used to watch together while you sowed the seeds                  That was painted new
                                                                                                                                                                                       But now I don't wave at the passengers as the train passes by             So I thought of writing a letter...just to tell...
                                                                                                                                                                                       I have grey hair on my temples and I do feel shy                          That now I don't love you...
                                                                                                                                                                                       Sometimes I run along the train and get breathless too
                                                                                                                                                                                       But I just wanted to tell
                                                                                                                                                                                       That now I don't love you...

                                                                                                                                                                                       At times I sit alone on the stairs of the old Chapel
                                                                                                                                                                                       Where you first saw me, when you came to pray in the nearby temple
                                                                                                                                                                                       And sometimes I go inside the Chapel and pray for you                            ~ Harinder Cheema ~
                                                                                                                                                                                       But I just wanted to tell
                                                                                                                                                                                       That now I don't love you...


                                                                                                                                                                                       Your God didn't like me
                                                                                                                                                                                       My God didn't like you
                                                                                                                                                                                       That is what our elders said

             68 | Dr. K.C. Sethi & Sunita Sethi                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Never Cease to Amaze | 69
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