Oye Toba Tek Singh

Toba Tek Singh. A place or a person, or rather both. One of the most enduring and harsh short story ever written by Saadat Hasan Manto.
I wish I could write such a thing. Alas I am not well equipped. The thing in his short stories are his immediate poignancy or rather its simmering reality. You can't deny it.

Oye Toba Tek Singh
You don't know who you are
You don't know where you belong
Is this land yours
Is this soil yours
Don't you know
You are an Indian or are you a Pakistani
You don't know
They threw you here
They threw you there
You ran naked
asking
'where is my country, you bastards.'
They catch you
and send you where you don't belong
You ask
you never get the answers
Oye Toba Tek Singh
what's the use
Stop asking
They themselves don't know
Where is India Where is Pakistan
All blurred by few seconds of madness
All gone
The fire of partition
Its all gone
Oye Toba Tek Singh
You go away too
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Toba Tek Singh