The days were short and the nights were long
These were winters, with the winds too strong
Two little boys who played on that shore
One measured pure and the other impure
Judgement lay within the frame of mind
Orange or Green, I’d say they were blind!
Hunger struck but friends stayed tuck
Green fed Orange and nourished his soul
When Orange bought food, Green’s tears happened to roll
The stomachs were full and hearts content
Their friendship knew no color or what it really meant
The friends stayed thick
And many winds such passed
Now who decides for them
Which tasted better Niyaz or Prasad?