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


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