India's Win!

My sleep got disturbed, thrice that day;

I could not sleep tho’ a holiday;

My mind was filled with thoughts unclear;

I got up in the morn, much earlier;

‘Twas India’s Independence Day!

Thunder, lightning filled the night’s Sky;

The day much overcast did fly;

The Rain was just a drizzle that day;

Wetted the ground of mud and clay;

‘Twas 15th of August, a rainy day.

The pea-birds howled and groaned that night;

The Rain made them shiver with fright;

Though ten, it looked like six in the morn;

The Sun behind the clouds had gone;

The Sky ground-glass remained that day.

The leaky tap-waters that fell,

Raised wavelets, ploppy-toned and swell;

Rain-drops on cables looked like pearls;

Dropped, formed again, enticing souls;

It looked it would rain long that day.

Rain-drops hanging beneath fir-twigs;

Glittered in the scarce light like figs;

The whole tree was aglow, alit;

A thing of beauty, don’t miss it!

The Sky looked like a barred-white board!

A frail, brown-skinned, bony human,

With a sack on head, bent-back, he ran!

The Indian was agonizing!

Tho’ people keep sermonizing!

Fifty years after Independence!

What good was done for the common man?