In bad blood
One may be bent upon,
But will one get
Barring
Mistrust and devastation?
Revenge,
Enmity,
Hatred,
Vengeance,
Wrath
will destroy it all
What it was good
In our society.
Bombardment, shelling
Will claim lives,
There will be casualties
And loss of lives,
Tensions will grip
The minds
And there will be no respite
From the devastation,
The woes of the Partition people
Still fresh
In our memory
And we are not able to wipe out
The scars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem