They exploited our traditions,
Divided us on caste lines,
We never wanted those renditions,
They did the dreadful partitions.
The second one was on the map,
Immediate bloodshed had hap,
People woke up from a nap,
They woke up to a gap.
The repercussions’re not eternal,
Time healed the physical wounds,
They somehow got over with it,
Yeah, we moved on over it.
We can’t forget how Sindh was ours,
How the entire Kashmir was ours,
But that was before they came,
Pouring down the mountains like an evil scourge.
My HP Poem #1764