Bharat, Burma or Bengal, All is our hoary past ' The glory of our shared history, Religion, culture and customs. We have divided ' Our houses and havelis, Our families and fields, Our parents and progeny And our daughters and their dowries!
Our states and estates Stood scattered In divisions, sub-divisions And fragmentations. Narrow dark alleys And zigzag lanes Amidst our ancestral dwellings ' Contours of our celebrated geography!
All speak proudly Of our intents and purposes Since times afar ' No explanation and justification needed ' Mapping the labyrinths Of our disgraced history, Of our surrender and servitude To invaders and traders, Innumerable! Today we chant, Bravely and proudly, Mera Bharat Mahaan!
1947 Partition is a subject fertile With scholars and students alike. Both are at pains To achieve personal expansion And academic growth. They neither know nor feel Pains and pangs, rapes and ravages, Shame and disgrace, Terror and trauma, Of the gashes gaping And wounds aching With blood congealed With the dust of Time Over them.
Exodus largest! The procession of strangers, Stunned and benumbed, Drowned in doings of destiny, History leads through lands Known and unknown, With agonizing burdens and pains Into the future blank, Even today!
The darkest- ever tragedy In human history, Though its living witnesses And their evidence of future Have thrived and reached summits. Still they express their aspirations stror.ng In People-to-People contact And the like To revisit the lands Of their roots and clans To be re-united!
We were divided Among the British, the French And the Portuguese. And among ourselves! So are we today With all our regional imbalances! Sharpening the edges of history Our hates and intolerance Are stronger than before. Larger fears and terrors Suppress our sense of revolt.
And the lines of division Continue to be drawn At bottom.
Thanks that The sun, the skies, the stars and the spaces Are still beyond us! Perhaps divided we stand And united we fall ' Chosen fate of us all !
