Independence
there's always a catch
On the 15th August
1947
India was granted freedom
The cost of such
was over a million lives
History is recorded
by the victorious
masses are are not privy
to the foundation
only the outcome
death silences those
who would speak
against injustice
What of the defeated
sacrificed silent
those forevermore
nameless
Those who followed
the Radcliffe Line
only to lose direction
then surrender to a fate
not of their making
What of unheard lullabies
among fourteen million cries
dead on the lips
of innocent children
forced to leave their home
separated by a partition
The price of liberty
is not peaceful currency
Through rule and divide
truth is hushed and muted
except to the ones empathic
I hear those ghostly lullabies
a British woman
who wishes to speak
for those without a voice
I feel those sad songs
an old soul
who recently merged
two worlds into one
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Dedicated to those who lost their lives in the partition of India, 1947.
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