The partition of 1947 (Sindhi poem #1)

– Madhuri Lalwani, II B.A. English

some days i imagine
how the wrists of my people
were slit to draw
what people take pride
in calling the borders
today
how the partition of India and Pakistan
was more than just a political event

some days i tear up to how
the dividing lines
are drawn every day,
these ceasefires
darken the boundaries
with the blood of innocents
fighting for their countries

the lines that divide us
are reminders
of all the deaths they’ve caused,
moreover reminders of why
they shouldn’t have been.

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