BY SHIREEN MANOCHA (1ST YEAR POLITICAL SCIENCE)
This is a very old poem, but is very close to my heart and is one of my favorites. I wrote this in the backdrop of the painful partition that India and Pakistan underwent.
There lay a million dead,
Thousands of children under-fed.
The fight seemed to be never-ending
Along with people, emotions were parting.
In this fight between races of human,
In the eyes, where the fires would burn,
Who knew what was the incentive,
Where was the lost motive?
Were we to unite or to fall apart?
With a barrier in every heart,
None knew where they belong,
Gunfires replacing the cuckoo’s song.
Tears of blood staining every cheek,
Relations growing small and weak,
Everyone ran and seeked refuge,
The last kiss, the goodbye, the favour huge.
And as We flirted with the grim reaper,
As our scars grew darker and deeper
We searched inside us for the human,
But he was already gone for no reason.
We ran, we killed, we fought, we raped
Two new countries, a new history we shaped.
But unknown and immeasurable is the cost,
Of all that was lost.
And as we were flirting with death,
Humanity took it’s last breath.