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Partition rifts in millions of minds.
A state of nowhere to stay
Minds are troubled and tensed.
And hearts become heavy and wounded.
Flood of blood flourishes around.
All kinds of riots forced upon mass.
The colour of the soil turns/ changes into red.
Beheading always mushroom in communal case.
I'm in a state of nowhere.
My wounded heart urges for home.
Fractured identity is nowhere known.
I dwell between right and wrong.
Few tie-shoots caused violence a lot.
People ponder where to settle down.
Home is lost but hearts have been weakened
Home is where the heart dwells.