Sunday, February 25, 2007

Partition

In a colony
of one hundred and fifty refugees,
they marry
only among themselves
giving birth to deformed children.

Weddings and cremations
take place
side by side.

A refugee's son
looks for his roots
elsewhere.

(C) Jatin Gandhi
April 19, 2000

2 comments:

Shivam said...

I can relate to the poem.
Are you from a Partition refugee family?

my poetry journal said...

yes i am.