A day, when west wind flew out
And she was free to breathe &
Sweep away, red frozen tears,
When her sobs wasn't heard more,
When redness from her wounded breast, fading out
The day, when immortal martyrs smiled from heaven
As stars & rest from her lap,
When hearts floated on air with
A tricolour high in the azure sky,
When more cries weren't heard from hers
'It was a red day latter'
Aye! Such a day with hearts full of grace
And the day will be
Long as her children & she
- P.K.MEENA
Thanks for sharing this poem devoted to India's Independence. You have nicely reflected the patriotic fervor and the sacrifices made by martyrs to achieve this. The poem needs some editing e.g. the title should be ''A Red Letter Day' August15,1947'. I wish you all the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When west wind flew out! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.