Some more poetry.

I recently found this wonderful site full of poetry called "The Wondering Minstrels". For those interested, I have added this site to my list of "I also Visit" sites. It was while I was trawling through their site, that I came across this excellent poem by W.H. Auden about the partition of India and the nature of the 'task' that radcliffe was assigned. The poem is a wonderful description of the situation then and the role that, I believe this poem proves, the British played in the whole saga, either by omission or commission. The Poem is called 'Partition' and I have reproduced it here: -

"Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission,
Having never set eyes on the land he was called to partition
Between two peoples fanatically at odds,
With their different diets and incompatible gods.
"Time," they had briefed him in London, "is short. It's too late
For mutual reconciliation or rational debate:
The only solution now lies in separation.The Viceroy thinks, as you will see from his letter,
That the less you are seen in his company the better,
So we've arranged to provide you with other accommodation.
We can give you four judges, two Moslem and two Hindu,
To consult with, but the final decision must rest with you.
"Shut up in a lonely mansion, with police night and day
Patrolling the gardens to keep the assassins away,
He got down to work, to the task of settling the fate
Of millions. The maps at his disposal were out of date
And the Census Returns almost certainly incorrect,
But there was no time to check them, no time to inspect
Contested areas. The weather was frightfully hot,
And a bout of dysentery kept him constantly on the trot,
But in seven weeks it was done, the frontiers decided,
A continent for better or worse divided.

The next day he sailed for England, where he could quickly forget
The case, as a good lawyer must. Return he would not,
Afraid, as he told his Club, that he might get shot."

- W.H. Auden.