I am not calling you towards a nation,
having different landscapes and flags.
I am not calling you towards a shopping mall,
where you can get anything if you have money,
I am not calling you on a busy road
that you cannot cross on your feet.
I am not calling you on a flight where,
you get an artificial smile for a few hours,
I am not calling you to a dining hall where
you can eat anything if you can pay the bill,
I’m not calling you to the dancing floors
where we suffocate in the crowd,
I am calling you to a small house,
where there is a bouquet of rainbow colors
where an innocent girl is standing on the doors,
looking again and again on a few days old crescent,
where she has cleaned and shined the floors,
it’s call of nature and she loves to dance,
where she has decorated her dining table
with a number of dishes you like to eat,
where there is a loving heart with a hope
that soon you’ll carry her to the church,
to make a promise to the dear God.