Partition Inspired by TS Eliot's Poem 'The Wasteland'. The first line courtesy to Mr TS Eliot-from 'The Burial of The Dead' April is the cruelest month, bare branches Sprouting tiny greens, life bursting from the lifeless, A rising, mixing sorrow of defeat with defiance, Spring rain drizzles consistently, snow suddenly surprised us We stopped in the plains, leaving the mountains’ Went in half daylight so we should have Known the path, and the unknown traversed rarely, So we should have known the faith, and the faithful and the Emperors of Icecreams- Not long ago, when I was a child, was carried across borders frightened, slept in a camp for two nights, -wonder how Mother felt? She never spoke About those days, then on we came to Murree Hills, and felt free And I knew not, was I taking refuge or was it a New land? What was left in enemy hands, where Are the roots that make a family? Out of the masses who survived who...