It hurts when they acknowledge not
the pain and anguish, the distraught
that came to us with the partition
of the nation for which our elders fought.
It hurts when they live in pretence
that they know not our elders sufferance
we the original refugees in observance
stateless migrants on the continent.
It hurts when their festivals are observed
holidays marked in commemoration
We Sindhis but without our own state
holidayless display our lonely heritage.
It hurts when each language features big
My language struggles with painful swig
Despite the trauma of landlessness
Sindhi individuals dared to grow big.
It hurts when they speak of the plight
of Sindhis who till date know no delight
Living in suburbs of Mumbai and kutch
some still unable to forget the political grudge.
It hurts when we hear the tales of the days
when grandparents had to devise new ways
to eke a living in an alien land immigrant
having left behind the earnings and their land.
It hurts to learn what our elders underwent
tortures, abuse, rapes and burning incidents
being forced to convert or leave their homes
the Hindu Sindhis have hearts of martyrdoms.
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Sikiladi 
बहुत ही खूबसूरती से लिखा है।फ़ोटो राजा दाहिरसेन की देखकर उनकी वीरता याद आ गई।कितनी वीरता से उन्होंने वतन के लिए लड़ा था।सलाम उनकी बेटियों को भी।
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Dhanyavaad Madhusudan Ji.
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It Hurts
As I sit at the Acropolis up on the Parthenon
Stories are woven of pain, pillage, plunder
As I sit here at the Acropolis far out there
I sit not alone from you from Sind or anywhere
For wherever I am, I have left past asunder
I have left behind my past,sorrow, and plunder
Hallowed ground for the divine put me hither
Where all our potential came together
There is no question of who am I
What brought me hither.
For I am one with those I draw near
Forgiving moves me forward i am stronger
Then my history, my past which is no longer
It brings me to the present into my being ever
This moment that holds eternity as a flower
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As a fellow Sindhi I resonate with you. It does hurt. All that you have written so nicely.
I have not forgotten, I remember. But then I let it be where it is . In the past. So that it does not spoil my future.
And remain a proud Sindhi.
Thank you for reminding me.
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Thanks Kamal for your response. YES! most of us have moved on despite the hurt and that is what we sindhis are made up of – forgiveness and progress, being adaptive and charitable.
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Forgiving and moving ahead of course
Shariffa you know how to settle all score
I love your response as always clear
Whether in Kenya or from Greece
The plundering brings thoughts not seen
Memories of the elders that have been.
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