Independence day

It was the fifteenth of august nineteen forty seven marked by stark contrast between the hell and heaven a sense of freedom and justice clouded the sight

an illusion took over the separation and traumatic plight

yes we had gained the right to live on our land

but it was divided into two by the white hand

which had its presence so strong and powerful

that the millions of beloved had turned resentful

so much so that fourteenth was the freedom for one side it reached on fifteenth to the latter part of divide

Millions of innocents killed , some survived the day

with men embodying guardian angels the faith lay

still the bias created by white darkness they

kept the heart and soul of two nations away

Unbiased remained the sun and moon changed the season

clouds soon disappeared , illusion took over by reason

Millions were dead, millions were starving

Millions were horrified at the idea of carving

a beautiful place with compassion and peace

with the chisel of blood, riots, rapes and disease

The struggle went on sixty seven years it has been

It is the fifteenth august two thousand and fourteen

the idea of freedom still clouds our sight

an illusion takes over the exploitation and plight

yes we have right to live on our land

with exploitation of women children on one and

tribes, farmers, workers on the other hand

Everyone i see tend to depend upon the economy

which has huge gaps still some people are free

who hold the capital, manipulate and set the price

influencing masses, the same guardian angel they disguise

The sun and moon will again change this season

but it might be too late to introspect to reason

the illusion that we have been living with

will then wake up with the broken myth

of freedom of power of independence

of peace of love of enlightening transcendence

It would be fifteenth of august two thousand forty seven

we would still see a stark contrast between hell and heaven

with realization of loss, guilt might cut us through

we might grieve on that loss of brotherhood too

asking ourselves why politics came before humanity

are we connected through nature or a contract of legality?

If we still don't respond to the wake up call today

we may again feel captivated with those years on replay

and there will be no illusion in front of our sight that day

and sadly we might not be wishing happy independence day.