Azaadi Ka Jashan
This post isn't about critique or sarcasm; nor it is about celebrating or flaunting that—'day-long' patriotism, we put on a pompous display every year. And this goes for most of us. I keave the room room for partriots I haven't met or come across yet.
This poetry is simply a reminder of what those great many men have been through, and the sacrifices that have been made to ensure that we live and breathe free. Its about appreciating and its also about letting go...
Celebration of Freedom
Ghulaami ki zanjeero ko todne main kurbaaniya to sabhi ne di thi
Tab vo na Hindu thae na Musalman, aur na hi Sikh,Sabhi thae Hindustani aur sabhi ki thi zid
Ki tod de ghulami ki yeh bediyaan
Bhale hi ho jaaye apni matrubhoomi pe qurban
Yehi chahat thi un sab ki, aur yehi armaan
Kuch kar guzre aur fanaa ho gaye
Kuch issi jagdojahat mein tabah ho gaye
Kuch deewane loha piglate rahe
Gandhi bhi thae, aur Bose bhi
Bismillah bhi thae, aur Bhagat bhi
Jo barackpore se nikli thi chingaari
Woh azaadi ki shama ban gayi
Par hua haasil jab mukaam—parinde patange ban gaye
Kudh bhi jale aur aashiyaana bhi jala daala
Tukde hue alag, aur nafrato ne baat daala
Aaj kai dashak ho chale par kahani vahi hai,
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