India

When India witnessed the dead body of Lina

A hapless, raped, and burnt body encapsulating tremendous hopes and aspiration

That was lying on the road being a silent crusader 

It apparently explored the insecurity and challenges hidden for women

So many decades have blown their trumpets of victory

All have changed their myriads of hues

But millions are crying for food and everywhere is the pangs of hunger

Poverty has become an integral segment of this country

Everywhere is the persistent presence of crying, agony, lamentation, and affliction 

Girls are still deprived of education and 

their futures have been blanketed under darkness

Still, Gandhi's dream is waiting for a brightened morning

Amidst these enormous daunting challenges and torrid times

Can we say we are independent? 

Can we say we have relished the fragrance of independence? 

Again a new year of independence will commence

Again new hopes, promises, commitments will emerge

But still, there will be darkness, tears, and crying

We are waiting for a brightened and independent morning.....