Independence Day: An earnest behest of an aspiring heart !
(Writtern for College Magazine August edition)
At 65, she is more stunning than her Youth,
So majestic, who is very proud of her family's history,
So elegant, for she has her own unique varied mix,
So gorgeous now,that she never ceases to get attention.
Her curious eyes voraciously pried like a dying fish to water,
Is any one listning she said before I said am all ears,
Relief evident for she had found a soul(me) to chat with
In the revelry crowd for it's festival time today in her home.
Her grief laden heart begins to enunciate without auspicating,
I love you all equally though I dont know who is more abominable,
A few among you destroying yourselves for your own principles,
Or the nature's other face (disaster) destroying all of you.
Her eyes got damp now as grieves continue to rain on me,
Seeing the War memorials(in my house) my conscience still torments me,
I hope they all knew that I never wanted war but for my neighbors.
My gratitude swells whenever precious ones make me feel proud!
My heart is light now (after sharing) but I have more to convey,
The traditional demure girl that I am, I abhor ignominy.
It has been good and bad,the generations there has been,
But I have an earnest behest for your generation.
Help the poor! You may not but do not live on others' money(bribe,steal),
Please do not let your political & religious discords ruin my growth,
For I aspire to sit someday with my head high in developed nations' company.
It's your choice to play Hero but please dont play Villain in my growth Story!!
Our growth Story. . ,The nation's growth story. . . "The rise of India" !!!
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