Rifted
Boundaries demarcated, livelihood shattered, a thousand here and a lakh there have martyred. Women widowed, children orphaned, store’s all burnt. Water’s contaminated with the blood of kith and kin. So, wonder which good deed can redeem their sin. The roost that belonged to all is now in two, sitting paralyzed is all you could do. The usual skirmish can’t be seen, cause partition has brought virtual serene. VAISHALI