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Happy Independence Day! What’s happy about it, I ask? You raise slogans in unison, glorifying me Can’t you see I am enslaved in the chains of evil? How can that land be free Where little children toil to earn bread Where politicians take bribe Where hypocrites who donate gold in temples But hesitate to feed a hungry stomach Where female infants are dumped after birth Where poverty is forcing many to end themselves Where human life has lost value Where decades pass and people pass away waiting for justice Where there is bloodshed in the name of religion Where neither air nor water is pure Where superstitions drain out the rationality of minds You celebrate this day and console yourselves Taking pride in what were things of the past Robbed of my true spirit, I am a purposeless embodiment The next time if you do Paint me in red, soaked in cruel bloodshed Shape the flag I hold like a teardrop Paint me powerless, without a lion and trishul Paint me true and celebrate, will you? Surabhi Sethi, XII-B
(com), D. N. Model Senior Secondary School, Moga |
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