Independence day
1. Expression of a naive
Maybe it does not matter
Today
That some folks died just like that
Young
Not for wealth or family or
Religion
But for a concept called the
Nation
{That politicking leeches suck dry
Prowling hyenas give a try
Big brothers greedily pry}
And gained an intangible called
Freedom
That lets us, you and I
Live
On our own terms at someplace
We can call our own
{Where the mind is expected to be without fear
And the head is supposedly held high}
From our hearts and brains
Let us call out to those folks
Who lived for reason and died for it
Salute, salute, salute!
2. And that of a sceptic
A loafer abuses me for being
A negligent walker on the road.
He earns through the day
What I may spend on a porn VCD
On a whim. He earns that
On shedding a lot of sweat and perhaps
Blood.
But catching me unaware
About the latest lie I have to tell
To make some relation up,
He, on a rickety bicycle,
Lashes me with his words.
He is free.
Free to stand on the roadside
And urinate. Or travel always on a local train
Without tickets.
Take a meaningless brawl with a
Law abiding jellyfish known as
Gentleman, me.
And I vaguely remember seeing this
Urchin brandishing a crude iron rod
During the last riots in the city
In the name of some god and
A politician .
I am sure he will buy
A tri-colour and unfurl it
In the front of his rickety bicycle
Tomorrow
And for many more years to come.
Maybe it does not matter
Today
That some folks died just like that
Young
Not for wealth or family or
Religion
But for a concept called the
Nation
{That politicking leeches suck dry
Prowling hyenas give a try
Big brothers greedily pry}
And gained an intangible called
Freedom
That lets us, you and I
Live
On our own terms at someplace
We can call our own
{Where the mind is expected to be without fear
And the head is supposedly held high}
From our hearts and brains
Let us call out to those folks
Who lived for reason and died for it
Salute, salute, salute!
2. And that of a sceptic
A loafer abuses me for being
A negligent walker on the road.
He earns through the day
What I may spend on a porn VCD
On a whim. He earns that
On shedding a lot of sweat and perhaps
Blood.
But catching me unaware
About the latest lie I have to tell
To make some relation up,
He, on a rickety bicycle,
Lashes me with his words.
He is free.
Free to stand on the roadside
And urinate. Or travel always on a local train
Without tickets.
Take a meaningless brawl with a
Law abiding jellyfish known as
Gentleman, me.
And I vaguely remember seeing this
Urchin brandishing a crude iron rod
During the last riots in the city
In the name of some god and
A politician .
I am sure he will buy
A tri-colour and unfurl it
In the front of his rickety bicycle
Tomorrow
And for many more years to come.
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