Sometimes swinging beneath a tree
Makes me remind the worth of being free
Free I'm to roam all around
The corners of this world.
Meet new people and eat new taste
Without the fear of being held.
I remember we were not the same
Decades ago on this same land
Upon which I stand and breathe.
We kept on growing wane
As British empire stretched its hand
Since the day they stepped on our land.
Past was burnt
And future was made bleak
We saw no silver shining beneath.
Every alley echoed with our shriek
As they tore families apart like sheet.
Days became darker than nights
Hope extinguished like day light
During dawn with a doubt of might.
Like our predecessors who trotted here
A heaven whose we own every share.
Might we ever be free again?
Might we ever be free from pain?
~ AshishK.
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The Long Road To Home
PoesíaA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
