Beyond the Radcliffe Line
By Srijita Kar Chowdhury
At that stroke of midnight hour, in middle of sleep,
Stealthily bomb of partition was burst upon people,
Burying the dreams of freedom, tears ran down deep.
Inside that broken piece of land, that then faced cripple,
“Alas! Freedom is ours,” but still,
He couldn’t breathe in it,
At last, no more slavery to thrill,
But sufferings exist.
Doors closed forever, treasures buried down,
Whatever could be filled in those tender hands,
Was filled then, without an expression of frown,
Thus grief, lost all places to stay on those lands.
Brotherhood lost against anger,
Sisters stopped shedding tears,
People unable to control their temper,
Thus, lost their dears.
But he was unable to express what he left,
On that other side of the line,
A deeply marked incredulous cleft,
Leaving him as an armour, without shine.
Souls corroded, bodies departed away,
Nothing’s left, except that memoir of her,
Which hangs around his neck to sway,
It sways and sways till it appears to be amber,
Amber again, to feel the love,
The love they shared.
Feeling as free as a dove,
They never cared,
He still feels, she is for him,
Caring least about the others,
She is even up to the brim,
In spite of having fierce brothers,
But fate couldn’t join them both together...
Due to declaration of the Radcliffe line,
Their destiny never got sealed as one forever,
And the armour never gained back its shine,
She died after living a life as of his Heer,
And he, survived till last being her Majnu in utter sheer...
About the Author - Srijita Kar Chowdhury
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