“PARTITION' are your drains clean of blood now? do you recall the names, and faces of your own people? did your countrymen get to die right like human beings? butchered sisters and mothers still wait by the windows, with no lantern. that was no proper farewell past midnight. minarets whisper your ghazals to an empty sky, Koklass’ know the borders too. what have you done, sir?” BordersPartitionGhazalPartition 1947Partition Of IndiaPartition Of Subcontinent 1947Minarets Book:Dying With A Little Patience: Poems Source: Dying With A Little Patience: Poems