On the Wagah border today
I met a mango tree
Of deep green leaves
And a gentle sway
It stood proud
Rooted in the Indian soil
It's stem bending
The Pakistani way
Laden with fruits
Bent double with weight
It looked as if
It had a story to say
Maybe it was a proud guy
With honour and valour
With unending bravery
Every night and day
Or maybe just maybe
It had been a confused
Tottering seed which had
Simply lost it's way.....
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