In my india in 1947,it is separated into two countries India and Pakistan...
This poem is dedicated to them not just one side but from both sides who left their house and friends on other side because of this borderlands...


My house,where i born,
my friends,with whom i played,
my village,my whole world,
I have been left behind all the things,
with whom i share my story,
my family members some left,
on other side of these borders,
some killed,some pained,everything is ruined,
i am alone on other side,
i struggled a lot to live here,
but----
my heart which is beating there,
i left it,
how could i live if my heart is not with me,
with whom i share my feelings,
no doubt this side has nice people who supported me,
but the big mansion didn't able to let us forget our home,
which has shelter of love,
how could i forget that place where i was born.....
© Aeni Shah