Ceasefire (A Lyrical Reflection On Indo-Pak Peace) Poem by Kali Kaivalya

We welcome the hush—
a silence on the shattered line,
a breath between bullets,
a lull where guns once roared.

Pakistan,
learn to live in peace—
With your neighbor,
nay…
With your mother.

India —
The motherland you once called home.
You, her errant son,
chose exile over embrace,
Drew the blade again and again
against the womb that bore you.
Each time, you failed.
Each time,
She forgave.

Two million souls —
Hindus torn from life,
fifteen million uprooted,
cast into fire and flight
When the bond was broken.

And still —
You do not see.
Nature keeps count
even when man forgets.

A mother does not curse her child,
not even the son
who strikes her
with a thousand cuts.
She bleeds,
But she does not hate.

Yet beware —
The wheel turns.
Karma never sleeps.

For every act born of blood and hatred,
consequences gather —
And when they strike,
no God, no Allah, no Ishwar
can unwrite the fate
etched by your own hand.