From my book of poems: Paradise of mistakes

Hello friends, how are you? I hope you are well. Greetings to all. I am starting to write my post today. March 23 is World Poetry Day, on this special day I am sharing a poem of mine. I hope you will like it. I tried to write. Hindus and Muslims are never enemies of each other. Some opportunistic people fight for their own interests. And this is the main theme of my poem today.

A dark house, two animals, absolutely silent
, there is no answer, death procession outside,
fire is flying, great torment in a great uncertainty,
it is clear to hear the breath of both of them.
Just a few days ago, life was different.
Who gave the answer to Hindu or Muslim?
Maybe I saw him in my childhood, a
young man dressed as a friend, he was walking around with arms,
he didn't feel like a stranger yet ,
but today, standing very close to death, in the dark, I could
hear each other's breathing.
Hatred towards any religion or any nation.
The jealousy and greed of some people has accumulated
and humanity is burning in a fire.
Friendship tends to be a factory of disbelief . It
's a great darkness. We both
hear each other's breathing.
I can ask someone, what is his name.
If both of them become Hindus,
if both of them become Muslims,
there is no fear in this equality.
If one is a Hindu or a Muslim, in
this dark house the breath that
will suddenly stop in violence and disbelief.
In this deep night, for the sake of survival,
I am not telling anything to anyone
if someone is a Hindu or a Muslim!