Tuesday 12 August 2014

Independence...

A brittle leaf of history shreds,as
Another inglorious hooligan screams freedom...


The martyr of an erstwhile
Forgotten,in the dirt,gathered within...


The desire to be a rare,lies,in
Decades of a vocable,misread...


That remains,of neglect,isn't
Summed,in a day's remembrance...



Independence is,looking for yourself

Beyond the mask.....

1 comment:

  1. but the lucrative mask has been till now successful giving false hopes of a so called freedom to do what others want us to do.nice poem.

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