A Traitor's Mother('s) Land

In the vast wilderness of the marooned rivulet A silent ripple floats away Projecting a non-significant shadow that drifts along Uncontrolled in the river’s sway; The little rivulet plays with the rocks and the sand Of that lands mountains and plough Then gently glides down the plain, from the land That I belonged to the land I belong now; Up course it washes my ploughed lands and farms It quenches the thirst of my loved ones on that side It rejoices in their mirth, woes in their sorrow Frivolous, polite and charming like a bride; It brings me remorse, who drew this line Through hearts of love, demarking this side and that? They are not me and I am not them And no one knows the reason for that; When I kiss the ripples every morning and night I see my sweetheart’s eyes going down with shy The water drops from her question me, I am at loss Why in this land and what for am I? Yet tomorrow morning I will lead the charge of my army Into my mother’s land from my motherland I’m the Major of this side of the border’s sky I fight to live and live to fight- And there’s absolutely no chance of asking why??