The world is quite varied
In its geography, its races
Its peoples, its history
And of course its paces

And yet it is so much the same
The same concerns, the politics
The yearning for freedom
And the desire for peace

Rarely have I seen hatred
And the spewing of venom
Oozing from the mouths of men
Living in unfriendly nations

They all want harmony
And to get on with their lives
In the only way they know
The only way they’ve survived

They’ve all wished me well
In every way they could
Wanting to know more
About what I really stood

Have never experienced anything
Other than love in great measure
As I have travelled the world
For business or for leisure

Then why is it
That nations become foes
And seek to bring
This bonhomie to a close

When will the political masters
Pay heed to this voice
When will the will of nations
Reflect the peoples’ choice

Subir Chakraborty / 19th Aug 2018