(Before and after the partition) <br /> <br />Our martyred bodies burned like wax <br />The candle of our nation's dawn <br />Flickered through the night. <br />The land of moon and stars kept glowing <br />Still the thirst was not slaked <br />Even in our thirst we were drunk. <br />Bearing the empty cups of thirsty eyes. <br />Men and women waited. <br />Their revelry over, merry-making ended and wantonness ceased. <br />The bodies which glowed in the night: <br />In the morning became a wailing wall, <br />Became a thicket dense with thorns of grief. <br />The pulsing artery of night turned into a river of blood <br /> <br />Some wily leaders, <br />Serpent-tongued, <br />Their hearts black with hate <br />Leapt forth from ambush, <br />And drank the blood of morning's light. <br /> <br />The night sky shows darkness <br />But streaks of light as well. <br />Friends, <br />Let us join our hands <br />And walk towards our goal <br />The goal that is love <br />The goal that is gallows <br />The goal that leads to the streets of the beloved, <br />Carrying our own crosses on our shoulders.<br /><br />Makhdoom Mohiuddin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-moon-and-stars/
