The Pain Of Bapsi Sidhwa None Knows It Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The pain of Bapsi Sidhwa
None knows it,
It is of being a Pakistani,
A Parsi Zoroastrian,
A Punjabi,
An Indian
As was born before
The partition of the sub-continent.

Her pain of dislocation and displacement,
Homelessness and rootlessness,
A quest for identity,
The diaspora dais,
A search for language, home and tradition,
Now an American indeed.

A Parsi at heart,
She describes not the Pakistani,
But the Indian girlish bride too
Going on the bullock-cart,
Shy and coy,
The cart crossing the dry river-bed
And the midway village boys and girls
Running after.

What did it the partition give to,
What did the partition people
Barring miseries and woes,
Troubles and tribulations,
Which the politicians could not
And they divided the nation
Just for to sit on chair,
The power hungry,
Power crazy politicians,
What did they to the partition people
Partitioning?