Beyond Tinted Glasses - Part 1

This Nation of mine

Has a history very very ancient

Purity, sincerity, simplicity

In every sphere was patent.

This pure land of God’s

Was cherished by supreme sages

Legacy very rich, pure and supreme

We carried for ages.

The bosom was cool, subtle

Everything was dipped in gold

Nothing occurred behind the curtains

Everyone was passionate, each soul bold.

Suddenly the wind blew

From far off lands

They looted my land and

Cut the throats and innocent hands.

They ruled my land pure

And wore the crowns

People were massacred mercilessly

And their faces were without frowns.

For hundreds of years stampede ensued

And people were trampled

Generations after generations

Were brutally , fearfully crumbled.

Beyond the glasses on eyes

Brave visionaries arouse a century ago

When with those fearless bunch

They moved a movement gallant but slow.

Though the struggle was long, yet

The voice unheard spoke “Now”

The truth got revealed finally

The freedom was a welcomed show.

There was belief in His government

Obedience persisted in moral laws

The sun shone with a vibrant glaze

cascading the unfavourable flaws.

Nation breathed the fresh airs

A new chapter had begun now

To make the citizens happy

Was everybody’s sincere vow……….{to be contd}