Less than a century ago,
The power of brotherhood and love shone,
Shone on the warriors of my land
Fighting against their white overlords
Religion was blurred
Languages assimilated into one
One true song that matched their heartbeats
—Their motherland being free from pain
Pain and sorrow were the thread
Weaving through the hearts of millions
Where Allah and Bhagwan cared for all,
Hindu or Muslim hardly mattered
Whence came the white
With their pompous 'divide et impera'
Seeds sown by their selfishness
Left to grow wild as they ran away
My countrymen fought against their brethren,
Lives lost where once love reigned
1946, you will never be forgotten,
Nor will the white perpetrators
Who drew a line that only craved for lives
Nearly eight decades since,
And once loving neighbors
Look at each other with contempt
Mock each other as if they weren't a family
And the white man says,
'Why must I care?'

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A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them