This poem revolves around the idea of love and how much one can actually feel for the other person. It’s based on the partition of the sub-continent and how it affected the lives of two people who were insanely in love

This is a story of two lovers from different sides

Separated in the largest migration known to mankind

In a busy city their love strived

In a time without technology, their love still survived

It was a love of the purest kind

Growing up together, love had gotten them blind

That was when their love was dominant

In a place we all know as the sub-continent

The only difference they had in their heart

Was the fact that religion had them apart

Young and bold they were then

They didn’t worry because they had heard stories

Of love winning time and again

It was the summer of Nineteen Forty-Three

Two teenagers, totally carefree

For their families too, had got to know

No matter the difference

These two love birds believe, after the storm there will be a rainbow

Their love was destined to defy all odds

Although they believed in different Gods

They never thought about this

For they pictured themselves as love statues in Madam Tussaud’s

Once she had to go out of town

With an upset face and a very big frown

“I’ll write to you daily”. she said

“If you don’t , I’ll probably go dead”

This love had reached a new height

They wrote to each other in an era

Where there was no light

Can you imagine the time it took

For the letters to reach her and

How badly he wanted to have a look

A look at the one he wanted the most

He could feel the love in those letters sent by post

She suddenly came back one day

Again they met, and their love was to stay

But their happiness was very short-lived

It’s Nineteen Forty-Seven

The year , their light was to be forever dimmed

In the busy city one day

All hell breaks loose

There is sudden dismay

So let me be precise

This story takes place in Lahore

Where they both lived next door

The new word in town creates sudden panic

What will happen to Jack and Rose from Titanic

For the Muslims will stay and the Hindus will leave

They both look at each other and weep

She has to go and he will stay

For today love loses and all they can do is pray

Pray for each other’s well being

Since now there are two nations as the British are agreeing

Agreeing to leave these two on their own

In the map , they are to be known

No longer as the subcontinent

But as two sovereign states

Their love watches in astonishment

She has to move from Lahore to Haryana

Is this what we all call karma?

She leaves him and he cannot understand

Where will he find a love so grand

As two nations grow

It’s been 70 years

They both are old and death is what they fear

This old man one day goes to the attic

He finds an old dusty suitcase, when he opens it

He feels ecstatic

He puts on his glasses, wipes off the dust

For he finds those letters and reading them is a must

Tears go down as he remembers

The warmth her love gave in the chilly nights of December



The lady now pretty old herself

Has moved to Amritsar, what she found is hard to express

She too one day was cleaning her closet

While doing so she came across a lovely locket

Which was given to her by him one fine day

She read the note attached, a gift on her birthday

“Keep this forever, please will you

For you know what i want is nothing but you

Please love me forever sweet heart

Without you, I am but an incomplete part”

She too wept that day

After so many years all she could say

“Dear God, in the world HereAfter

Please unite us the same way”

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