15th August, sparks celebrations nationwide...and worldwide (Independence Day). The day India liberated the British. I had least expected myself to be in India on 15th August; but life as always delivered the unexpected. Marked on the globe with a significant shape, known to millions as a centre for tourism, and a millions others due to the issue on kashmir, and still a home to a billion. Yet many facets of this country remains unknown, and many secrets untold. As always there are two sides to a coin. Life and death go hand in hand,and so does joy and fury.
From the deserts of rajasthan to the tea plantations of Munnar there exists a diversity in urban and rural life. Moments of joy are unbound as the first few drops fall from heaven. Wilting in the summer, prancing in the rain
A motherland, for you and me
A motherland, for you and me
Blend of nature, blend of colors
Diwali, for you and me
Diwali, for you and me
Dense are the cities with people and vehicles sharing the same narrow streets, and traffic is controlled by police for making a few extra bucks. Crime is as common as a road fatality. Politicians thrive by creating a turmoil. A peaceful day might see a night in flames.
Traffic at its prime, streets filled with crime
A sinister land, for you and me
A sinister land, for you and me
Population on the rise, prices await a reprise
A crisis, for you and me
A crisis, for you and me
1 comment:
This is a brilliant poem!Loved the rhythm, the subject and the contradictions.
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