In that blessed summer of 1947
when we F****d
Colonialism and its armies dark
and cast the EVIL off
from the Indus plains.
Since then,
our soaring flag, like a rainbow
is waving high.
A symbol of peace,
progress and pride.
I may be late to the party, but I can still feel the jubilation, nothing like throwing of the chains of colonisers and determining your own path. Independence day for all!
Happy Independence day, Inshah Allah and Aameen on your lovely write.
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F****d? Foreclosed? ? a lovely poem. congratulations on 'liberty'. nicely done poem. to MyPoemList bri :)