'A Red Day Latter' August15,1947 Poem by Pavan meena

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