The Partition of the sub-continent
Into India and Pakistan
Was a blunder
To divide it across
The religious lines.
A whirlwind which took the people
By surprise
And ruffled it all,
A tornado, a hurricane,
A cyclone was it.
The caravans of refugees rendered homeless
Walking down the corridor
Trying to escape,
Many perishing in their journey
Tedious and tiresome.
The nation was divided just for the lust for power,
The chair to sit on,
Who the guilty men
Of the tragic Partition,
Say you?
Mind it that the lands are settled,
But not measured exactly,
Which we understand it not
And quarrel for minor issues,
The borders indivisible.
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