Partition 1947 Poem by Rema Prasanaa

Mahatmaji bleed ed and was fasting at Nowkali. The Society today may not even remember the pain and misery it caused in the minds of the millions.

A soul is born out of two parents. But in 1947 two nations were born out of one soul that departed- the pre-independence unity. Let us hope these two ' souls' grow in peace...

yes a painful event but an only solution to get the country free, the rulers still rule by their policy of divide and rule....we like the helpless puppet bear the consequences of such tragedies till today... a sensitive issue touched in poetic beauty.. abha

A sad moment in the history of the nations, both of them. Well written!

Thanks for writing about this very painful page in history where even families were parted.

Simple words, sharp feelings..May there be peace..Best of your poems Thanks for sharing

That is a poem I shall contemplate until sundown. Simple words Sharp, quick verse,

I read 'Freedom at midnight' few months back. After that I lost peace of mind, lost quiet sleep for many weeks. Still there is a feeble desire in my heart to see our Bharath with Sindhu river fertile fields. Will it materialize? Your poem discloses the pain you sensed by the past partition. At last I could see in PH a poetess of sincere love to our Motherland. My regards from my deep heart.

Reminding those dreaded days of partition, the political gamble played by the colonial rulers.More than geographical partition., liit tis the seperation of many families and generation old legacy on either side.Nice work.My 10

Partition of 1947 is like an Unforgettable Memory for the once who actually saw it happen since one big nation was parted into two which is sad but true. Interesting poem to read as poems like these show what has gone by.