A turban on the head
Or a mere dupatta
A bindi on the forehead
Or a swaminarayan teeka
A man sitting for namaz
Or a woman in the mandir
A child entering the church
Or a Parsi in the agiyari
A hug for Eid
And crackers for Diwali
Wine on Christmas
And a bonfire for Lohri
The masked man destroyed it all
He didn't care for identity
To him, they were just human beings
For them, he was different each time
Krishna argued it was Allah
While Jesus thought it was Buddha
Mahavir didn't have a clue
So he just sat aside and meditated
