When I think of cleave,being divided into segments,the first thing which comes in my mind is Of the partition of India. The partition of India was when the subcontinent of India bled from within. Not only land but the hearts of people were divided. When we gained Independence, we lose our mates in Punjab and Muslims across the country.
India bleeds Even after being free The partition took away Our brotherly say
A Brahmin's friend wearing the white cap Is now in a differnet country Partition took away their friendship
The mother cried for hours Her child died trying to climb The last train to pakistan Partition took away the motherhood of a mother
Partition took away The love not just of two lovers But the love which was pumped by The heart of Not a muslim Not a Hindu Not of christians Not of sikhs Not of parsis Not of jains Not of Buddhists But of indians! -guts(rutvi)