This poem is dedicated to the events of 1947 when Pakistan and India were formed.
They drew a line on the map of the world,
In a split second two countries emerged,
Same people but in different directions,
Lives changed in a blink of an eye,
It all happened with one line,
One line it is and that all it entailed,
Who knew how everything got invade,
History left it’s brutal mark,
And it happened to all,
No one ever realized that,
A line cannot be drawn in a heart.
N. Reflection
Reflections in a teacup 