The day when tyranny fell
A baby got delivered well,
The Big Brother heard the tolling
Death knell; one goes up up up
One goes down down down;
White hands go down,
Brown hands move up;
Every snake has a ladder,
Every ladder has a snake;
A war was won in silence,
A war began in silence;
Khaki hands goes right,
Green hands goes left;
Khaki and green forms blood
Flows through the Jhelum's bed
And flows through Jhelum's bed.......
You have summed up independence very well. A good first poem.
Very interesting and so factual. I relate to this poem well. How many years of study of Indian history! I wish they would put poems like this inbetween texts. this is so original. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the articulation of the piece and the rhyme scheme. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Karthik.