twin birds

Micro and macro,

they are of the same feather,

twin birds

that crow in the same manner,

not mere words!

you heal the micro creature

lo it cures the one bigger,

you mess up with the petite voleur

have both of them under the weather

Peter becomes Sunil's friend.

David, like a poor cousin, feels threatened;

we find groups in sports and families

breaking up into sub-groups

to safeguard their local identities

all become unsafe with their disparate disunities

the mirror image reflects

in schools, colleges, offices,

in places of worship, 

in political parties;

the pattern, replayed in towns, cities

in industries, in countries;

it spreads its wings in every community;

it is ageless, not a modern trend

we sense animosity even in friendship,

no thinking-out-of-the-box, no change

nothing new here, a universal challenge!

we have learned this strange relationship

for years, thanks to our esteemed education,

this is our culture, our civilization.

we believe in war, we mistrust peace;

little wonder that war is 

seen applied beyond boundaries,

the flyers perch on every branch of the trees

everywhere, the same song they sing,

from huts to homes to the global village

our race, trapped for good in the invisible cage

harmony remains an outcast sage.

let us first bring a change

in the way we bond and behave

world will willingly unchain

from the meaningless bondage,

herculean burden.

micro and macro are crowing birds

cuckoos in their nest, the crew can nurse.