Misuse Of Independence Poem by V P Mahur

At which place we have arrived and stunned
At which turn we have reached and cautioned
The feelings that joined our hearts into one
We have forgotten and left them unmentioned

In the glare of these independent moments
In the rushes of these ascents and descents
We have left behind all intimates and unknowns
And have forgotten all cultures and fragrants

Faith of great leaders and work of patriots
That led us to the new independent chariots
We have forgotten in our selfish engagements
Now trapped in the bogs like ignorant idiots

The drops of blood watered this holy garden
And the history was written in golden horizon
But we shamelessly sold their departed souls
To our selfish, greedy, brutal, inhumanly satan