They lay awake that night,
Waiting for the sun to rise.
A new sun, a new orange-red orb
They would be watching it
Awakening from past's deep filthy sleep.
They were cuddled up together.
Their tears and cheers mixed up
With their sweat and blood.
Their breath had
The smell of camaraderie.
Great were the fighters
Who fought for this day in the near past.
They looked up
Towards the silent sky
Once filled with
The thundering guns.
Then came a storm
Followed by rains
That dropped
Only blood.
The hyenas smiled.
They became plus and minus.
They looked upon
The distant villages,
Which were once filled with
Laughters, light and shade .
The day dawned with
An anaemic smile.
The night of 14 August, 1947 ended,
But chapters of a new captivity began.
15 August, 1947, only fool's paradise
An animal farm of Independence.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
