70 YEARS OF INDEPENDENCE

She resigned to her desolate room,

Eyes red and wide with fear!

She overhears obnoxious gossip about her,

By her own near and dear!

The accused is politically strong,

And thus, out on bail,

The society gives hell to saints,

While all the demons do they hail

All the angels rue in dismay,

Yet 70 years of independence you say!

The canals have run dry,

And so has his hope,

He stares at the sky,

Not a single raindrop!

The government schemes are only

For the official papers it seems.

Hunger in his thoughts

Hunger in his dreams

People surround his hanging body

Lets just call it a day

70 years of independence you say!

He was born in a picturesque Jharkhand village,

Was the seventh child,

Every season seemed spring,

Till all hell broke loose

Hailstorm made crop losses profuse

He was sent to a distant land,

Of beautiful buildings, ugly people

His hands pains, legs hurt,

All he is told to do is work, work, and work

So tell me my friends, to break his shackles, is there no way?

70 years of Independence you say!