Close to the Radcliffe line in Pakistan —–
Feeling you grasp for breath, I heard Kabir resonate in your collapsing walls,
WEEP NOT AT DEATH, NOTHING IS PERMANENT. WHATEVER CREATED, SHALL PERISH.
For seven decades, we the vestiges have beckoned the descendants of our creators; infuse us again with life; so we can bestow solace that we once provided your forefathers!
Alas, it is not meant to be!
In preparing for death, our frail walls now understand the words of Kabir.
Photographed in Oct 2014, during the research for the book “LOST HERITAGE The Sikh Legacy in Pakistan”
