I am not a Christian,
I am not a Muslim,
Nor Hindu, Jew or any of their ilk.
I can’t refrain myself
From saluting you,
For the Unique gesture—!
A rare act of “Living” religion
From an apostle of Catholic Church—
Seen or heard of from near memory.
By this single stroke
You have converted more, unwittingly though,
Than the millions spent world over
By the zealous champions of Christendom.
Brokering peace is not easy, under proselitism,
Where emotions run high as mercury in ides of March.
Crusades and Jihads had only
Orphaned, ‘destitute’d, widowed and deranged people
Than ever recreated the Garden of Eden
Or Kingdom of Allah on this earth.
It is such gestures as these —
That balm and soothe singeing pains,
They are the droughts that latch life back to dried up tongue
And make people put faith in.
Beyond sins and retributions,
D-days and judgements,
Which are but deterrents for bad conduct,
There’s a message of life
That the Messiah and the Prophet had martyred for:
The psalm of love
The hymn of harmony
The gospel of brotherhood.
Other than what you had graced as a humble ambassador—
(Written on the eve of Pope John Paul II entering the UMAYYAD MOSQUE in Damascus, Syria—
as demonstration of reconciliation on 6-5-2001)