She walked through lines the bitter borders cast.
A daughter of Joint India, fierce and young,
With songs of hope and heavy hardships unsung,
She carried the weight of a shattered land,
Holding her grandmother’s fragile hand,
Vowing that through the migration's dark tear,
Love and duty would conquer all fear.
In a humble school, where the future would gleam,
She sowed the sweet seeds of knowledge and dream.
Teaching the children with a maternal grace,
Bringing a warmth to that displaced place.
Yet of her hard-earned, sacred pay,
A mere five percent in her palms would stay.
For herself and her elder, she asked for no store,
Relying on whatever the kind village bore—
A bowl of grains, a simple, shared bread,
By the grace of the people, they survived and were fed.
While the rest of the silver, ninety-five percent strong,
Was sent back home where her heart would belong,
To support the roots that the partition had torn,
A silent protector in a world reborn.
Then destiny wove its mysterious thread,
And to your grandfather's path she was led.
Entangled in love, in duty, in fate,
Two souls bound together to open the gate
To a brand-new horizon, a city of steel,
Where the waters of Nangal Town started to heal.
In Nangal they settled, where the giant dams rise,
Building a life under industrial skies.
They struggled in tandem, through cold and through heat,
Turning bitterest trials into victories sweet.
For more than fifty beautiful, tumultuous years,
They divided the laughter and doubled the tears.
She was the anchor, and he was the sail,
Together creating a fortress to prevail.
They raised the family, branch by green branch,
A shelter of safety when the world was a ranch.
She was the binding factor, the thread in the lace,
Keeping everyone gathered in a single embrace.
But time, the great river, must roll to the sea,
And the first anchor broke from the worldly tree.
On the sixth day of March, in nineteen and twenty,
He left for his heavenly abode, rich and plenty
In the love that he gave, in the legacy left,
Leaving her standing, deeply bereft.
Yet she stayed for the children, the grandchildren too,
Keeping the family undivided and true.
For seven long years, she kept watch on the shore,
Carrying the memories of the hardships they bore.
Until the call came, gentle and bright,
To finish her journey and step into light.
On the thirteenth of May, in twenty and twenty-six,
Where the earthly boundaries no longer can mix,
She took her last step, crossed the heavenly line,
To rejoin her partner in a kingdom divine.
The teacher, the healer, the binding old soul,
Who gave up her life just to make others whole,
Is resting at last where no borders divide,
Walking in Nangal’s eternal spring, side by side.
बिछड़े थे जो कल, आज वो फिर पास आ गए,
partition के सारे ज़ख़्म, आसमां में मुस्कुरा गए।
सिखाया जिसने जीना सिर्फ़ पाँच फ़ीसदी में,
आज वो अपनी मोहब्बत से, जन्नत को सजा गए।
Those who were parted yesterday have come close once again,
All the wounds of partition now smile in the heavens.
She who taught us to live on a mere five percent,
Has today adorned paradise with her eternal love.
