Threescore and twelve years ago, our fathers
carved up this subcontinent, in the name
of a religion, imported from the West.
They hacked up a double-handed axe
into a fractured trident, with the stem
and the central blade denouncing
their ‘British’ epithet for good,
while our fathers, like the remaining blades,
decided to unite, despite the distance
and a huge difference in everything
between the East and the West – from language,
geography to culture and heritage!
Woe! They chose religion, instead
and how long did that marriage last?
On the fifth year, the East was forced to understand,
language would have been a far better cause!
By twenty five, with an ocean of blood
we had to write another tale again!
This time more secular on the surface,
although deep inside, more or less the same.