The scars given to my nation's soul

History is a story to be told, an impossible mystery for Holmes.
All the successes, all the regrets in the store, follow a really long struggle for sure.
Many at times it has given scars till its core, but as the time passed they became cold.
One was given to my nation’s soul, which created a really deep hole and it parted the nation, though.
First the Mughal then the British and suddenly we were in the prisons
India and Pakistan now what they were supposed to be, two different countries, two different souls, two different forces, two different goals, entirely different at the core.
Many people killed, blood trickling everywhere, it was a horrible sight in despair.
Now nothing could be done, it was all a waste.
Now the regrets won’t help, those who were killed have already gone their way.
This made both the nations to hunch back and stay,
It was all a blunder to my dismay.
It has made many hearts cry, even today.

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