Thursday, August 15, 2013

Poem: Discovery of Freedom



Not until
the kids, watching over the puny puddles, 
adorned like little Gandhi and Nehru prototypes,
holding high the plastic tricolored flags,
march to the spirited celebration
en route to take over the integral nation
do we realize, we have a future.

Not until
the women, clad statuesque ethnic apparels,
draped in off-white sarees, tinkling tricolored bangles,
untangling every quandary off her braid, 
exhibiting the vigour tenacity and enlightening spark,
portray the tapestry of being a matriarch 
do we realize, we still have dignity.

Not until
the Goosebumps climb our spines
while listening to the patriotic anthems
playing in every station boasting a tricolored logo,
vicariously feeling every word in the lyric
warbling about the events so historic 
do we realize, we now own freedom. 

Not until 
the leader, whom we ridicule the most,
enthusiastically repeating the sixty-year-old speech,
after heaving the tricolored emblem,
sets free the captured flowers to shower
to let the breeze spread the fervent savour 
do we realize, 
We are Indians. 

-Ashish

A very Happy Independence to all the readers and fellow-bloggers.

18 comments:

  1. Inspiring, Captivating and above all trylu Patriotic !!

    Great Poem !!

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  2. Yes we are Indians first! Happy Independence Day to you and the readers

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  3. Inspiring poem Ashish! Happy independence day :D

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  4. Quite inspiring one...

    Indian by heart, by birth and by death and in every action... Jai Hind.

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  5. Very good lyrics ! But did I also sense an irony in it ?

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    1. yea ..there is irony... That it is only on such days..we feel proud of being indians..otherwise ppl just wanna fly over to Uk or Us...or keep cursing that 'India can never improve'.

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  6. You know what? I just have to share this. Wonderful poetry.

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    1. sure. :) but dont forget the credits. Lol. :D

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