DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK


August 15th - Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

August 15th
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I was rich but innocent
Divine and humblest
Curiosity brought home
People from the farthest
East and west to see me
And my treasures said to be prettiest
I was the host
And they were merely guests
And time rolled by
I was tied and placed under home arrest
Oppressed and humiliated
Asked to stammer like a parrot
My sons and daughters were subjected
To inhuman physical assault
And some to them succumbed
My guests became my rulers
And for some years I stayed as spectator
Being discontent I sang song of freedom
Then I remember
The day was asleep
The world was asleep
But the night was awake
Stars were awake
The moon was playing hide and seek
And flowers dancing in mirth
Swaying to the passing breeze
Wafting fragrance of independence to every breath
And it was midnight
Twelve o'clock it struck
I felt being swept away
To heaven in freedom's light
My name is India
Celebrate today as independent day
Every year in delight……


Comments about August 15th by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

  • Gold Star - 8,190 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/20/2014 3:08:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem. I loved reading the way you portrayed our motherland. very true said,
    My name is India
    Celebrate today as independent day
    Every year in delight……

    Thank you Sir, for many inspiring comments for my poem. Thanks a lot. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 6,634 Points Salini Nair (8/17/2014 4:39:00 AM)

    the day was asleep
    The world was asleep
    But the night was awake
    Stars were awake......................nice (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 544 Points Silvi Tripathy (8/16/2014 12:33:00 AM)

    Fantastic thought and description. I liked it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 21,021 Points Valsa George (8/15/2014 11:10:00 PM)

    Enjoyed this song of joy of Mother India.... enumerating her struggles under an alien rule and how oneday, when the whole world was asleep, she woke to freedom shattering the manacles of slavery! Enjoyed this first hand narration, Deepak! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 32,399 Points Gajanan Mishra (8/15/2014 12:45:00 PM)

    fragrance of independence, good writing, thanks, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 20, 2014


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