The Splitting Of Her Heart Poem by Aaryan Irani

Sacred land of yours,
that reflect the glee of the skies
open fields, where the birds sing
and the trees seem to dance their melody
the sapphire coast, that borders the gold sand,
upon which the sweet coconut trees sway.
Far in the north, brings news- the cold breeze
to the bubbling springs, in delight
this bliss of nature, indeed is a sight
and now she cries from the heavens
for Bharat is split into two,
and so is her heart
the mother we bow to
is in despair,
for a mother's love
cannot be divided