15th,Aug’1947 and today…
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Just another day, a formality to remember,
amidst time where situation is bad and somber.
Just another day for the hawkers to sell flags,
some dough, small income for the ones in rags.
Just another day when the security is too tight,
as the common man suffers, pity their plight.
This act of pretension too much to bear,
helpless, disgusted as I silently sneer.
Just another day, happy its a public holiday,
a long weekend from this madness to run away.
Just another day to be proud in futility,
as every year we feign with dignity.
Just another day where there will be talks galore,
in disgust want to run away and hear no more.
Just another day where bravery would be mocked,
a useless medal in some corner will again be stocked.
Look around and ask yourself a question,
what’s the point of such a pompous celebration?
There’s not even a tinge of happiness from within,
its just another day and I am not being mean.
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This one truly portrays the modern India. All is just a pretence. Main issues are kept on one side while there is a lot of hullabaloo about the “growth factor”
Very well expressed.
Very apt. Liked the poem immensely.
You have conveyed with bold intensity the feelings of a large section of intelligentsia in this country, who love the country immensely, but have been reduced to being mere spectators with practically no say in the scheme of things.
Why so? is a different matter.
I am not what I say but what you perceive...
I am not what I give but what you receive.//
I am just a normal young fellow,
I am my true self when I am mellow.///
Revealing my self in my thoughts,
telling my state in varied words.//
At the end of the day I am here to fade away,
it's just a matter of time before I sway.///
To be dead and gone,
into oblivion all alone.//
Would leave behind these roads,
traces of me in the form of words.///
Happy Independence Day anyway…
But we still have a very long way to go…
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