I have read about the plight of refugees in 1947,
But now, abandoned by their own countrymen,
Pushed to a mass exodus to their villages,
Calling us migrants and outsiders.
Stopped at the borders,
Like a nation unknown.
Branded as the spreader of China Corona,
Death was always chasing us,
Death from hunger, death on road,
Death on the track, death by exhaustion;
Death by heat, simply death and death.
Only God knows,
Which partition was more miserable?
China Corona or 1947?
