It is six decades and year one!
The roads were smeared with blood -
Bruised were their minds -
Families left with fewer members -
Those members were killed.
Women - pregnant wife and widow mother
Men - the toddler son and husband
Things - some clothes, few utensils,
gold chain and a nose-pin carefully wrapped
corner of a crumpled saree.
Money - a few pieces of paper currency
be declared useless like their owners.
Clothes - one coloured saree, the other worn by the wife
saree for the widow mother.
for the fortunate and the unfortunate
that never touched each other
packed one above the other – without taboo or fuss
Few shirts for the son
No shirt for the man
Shirts are luxury in forced departures
Land - left behind with ripe cropped waiting to be cut
Fish - left behind in the pond ready to be caught and eaten
The train waits at the station
The train with human shield
The train appears no train
The train turned terminator.
A family was forced a departure
From the land they thought was their own!
Breaking the bleak beaks of barrenness
life unleashes itself.
Sun still shined
But moon marooned
And stars stopped shivering from afar.
I waited for a glimpse of the known world
of the imagined world
and the world to be.
Existences cease to exist
And some dream
The ownership of my words
I bestow upon you.
If they remain
They'll tell you
Once upon a time there was a lass
Who day-dreamt ...