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Story of Independence

The resources of India were medley,
the areas were uncoiled from her posture.
We were indifference,
we homage to the dictators.

But they ne'er venerable those words
those were hard vintage for us,
they set about the verb 
we started to loose our nerve.

As they recovered their senses, 
the life of Indians became limp
the narrow domestic walls were built
the Indians were tireless striving for win.

They founded the way to clear stream of reason
to make the deary deserts sand of dead habits
conditions,of her for achievement.

Spent 200 years under injunctions 
twisted by dungeon,
the country was awake
from the gift of sleep.

The foreign lost its way.
The Indians got what deserved they.
They got the unforeseen win.
All the futile one exiled from the country.

The Indians sedately settled in free India.
Everyone started to amble in their own garden.
15.August,1947wasv sealed with amethyst
it got the special amber days.

After the exuent of dictators,
they got their Independence
we became democratic.
This was the 'Story of Independence', we got.

              Poet-Surjendra Das (Pen Name- Rudyard Jostle).

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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