It was holocaust after partition
Little spark had resulted into ignition
Brothers and neighbors turned into enemy
It was never wish of any faith or almighty
No one knew what prompted genocide
It was agreed to but didn't result into peaceful divide
Houses were burnt and millions butchered
All over the region bodies can be found mutilated and charred
Was it for peaceful homeland?
Was there any need for division of motherland?
No one could answer then as friend
And not now even at the end
Two nations came into being with reality
Hostile propaganda coupled with relation in bad quality
Migration from both sides to take revenge on each other
Lots of refugee problems and future concern to share
It is difficult to understand hatred theory
What a shame on humanity to feel so much sorry!
Murders, loot and burning along the road sides
Miles long queues for crossing the borders on both sides
Families separated with deep wounds of hostile acts
There was nothing more to offer and react
Both sides had suffered heavily and bore the brunt
Still people were blood thirsty and continued to hunt
It is no use to blame any side or show sympathy
People were reeling under pain and felt apathy
No one was there to wipe their tears
As each one was gripped with the fears
National anthem was played to celebrate the birth of nation
There was bitterness and strained patches with the relation
No one seemed happy at the heavy price paid for
It was worst destruction even not faced by war
Generations after generations may change
Yet deep wounds may never go with the age
Ask any one who had not lost his dear one?
It was bloody partition but price paid by someone
* Scene at the time India of Pakistan partition*
Uvi Poznansky Thank you for the poem, Hasmukh, and the image 9 minutes ago · Like
Charles Darnell It was a hard, sad time for both countries. How many partitions of a country have ended in such tragedy? 9 minutes ago · Like
LaSoaphia QuXazs This is the scene at every war, the second world war, or any revolution. Sad, but just think of it, not everybody dies, only those who's time is here. I say only those dies, who cannot go on life anymore, let them be young or old and they are not able to learn anymore. I know I was in there two times and I made it through, because my wonderful God was with me and I still had to learn more.
It was holocaust after partition Little spark had resulted into ignition Brothers and neighbors turned into enemy It was never wish of any faith or almighty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
J UnitedPoets AndArtists Another riveting write from you Hasmukh! 2 hours ago · Like