The Partition Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Between one brother and another, I go it marking,
How the things are partitioned,
Not between one man and another,
But between one nation and the other.

With the coming of the sister-in-law,
Saw I the rooms partitioned
Between one brother and another,
Fatherly books being partitioned
Between one brother and another.

Thereafter, they started talking about the partition
Of the pension money of the retired father,
Started spying for the pass-book and the pension-money
Of the father
And the father standing near the treasury
In broad day sunlight.

After that, they started talking about the partition
Of gold and ornaments,
The pitchers full of silver coins
Dug deep into the legendary and mythical foundation of the mud house,
O, the folklore ancestors had elephants tied near the door,
The bridegroom’s party came it during the grandfather
Had sugar sacks delivered into the well
As for making them drink the cold drink.

The lands were partitioned,
The valuables and assets were partitioned,
Some got something, some the others,
Some came to work as judges,
To settle the older disputes,
I mean the five men with their verdict,
But the suspense could not be done with.

Again said they,
They had more and more money,
Where has it gone away,
We know it not?
Had the good sense not prevailed upon,
The scores could not have been,
It would have benefited the lawyers merely.