Freedom. 1947. Gratitude.

Beaten 

Bruised 

Slayed 

Slaughtered 

Their bodies bled

Clad in patriotism

With eternal spirit

Fought 

Flow of hatred

Had hearts of a lion

Gave blood for the Bharat

That is what it took for 

The freedom

To be in our hands

Happy Independence Day Folks!

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Brave Souls

They ask me to say something about Guru Gobind Singh;

They ask what is He to me?

I tremble when they ask, "What is He to me?"

I think of history,

Wars, fierceness & days of victories; 

Warriorship that raised generations,

Courage, which had no limitations.

I learnt early,

When things get tough

Don't be girly

When up against trouble,

Meet it squarely, 

Burst the bubble;

Set the shoulders,

Plant your feet,

Take a brace,

And that's how & when,

I remember a Guru's face.

Isle of Time

I am nothing but a little being!

Carry with me sixty wings

Time is slow for those who wait

Too long for those who grieve 

Joy when fly on the unseen tracks

Never a minute comes back

It is precious; must do it well

For how it is used, I must one day tell

Waste minutes, hours go by

Day by day; years get lost

Make a life, strive

Use it wise to survive

Art to live just one thing,

Do the good that I seek.