As we celebrate Independence Day

Tomorrow we will unfurl the lovely tricolour

Pay homage to the courage and valour

Of the people who brought upon us this day.

To celebrate another Independence Day

How many of us will attend the flag hoisting?

Would we curtail a few hours of sleeping?

Go to offices, colleges, or the parade grounds.

To watch what; some marching rounds?

We see everything wrong with the country

The commoner today reduced to peasantry

A myriad of problems that keep haunting it

Leaders all around just busy snatching it

Corruption the red hot evil today

Economy not shining, no making hay

Homebred extremists ripping apart

Cricketers even not playing their part

Roads are bumpy, trains leave the track

In every system exists at least one deep crack

More most of it you can do nothing

‘It happens this way’, response for everything

The youth books its flight to greener pastures

The farmer, the poor for most some alien creatures

Status symbol today all the brands foreign

Non English speakers looked upon with disdain

Yes today there are problems galore

But they certainly are better than yore

And it is not that bad as made out to be

The fact remains that we actually are free

To be born in free India we are privileged

Not seen emergency when rights got infringed

The worth of which not easy to comprehend

Ask the Arabs who have nations to mend

Our views are not muzzled, we can voice opinions

Would not fathom such freedom the Chinese dominions

Least worries day to day for the safety of life

Unlike the Pakistanis a country forever torn in strife

The small city man realises his dreams

Future brighter for young one seems

Women do not have to stay in a veil

Rags to riches many story’s tell tale

Proud we must be for a rich heritage

We belong here, dollars just a mirage

All the while we have enjoyed its fruits

Could we deny that here lie our roots?

So many evils haunt this nation

But the train has not yet left the station

Yes there are dark gloomy clouds all around

But also little things to make us proud

I am no optimist to paint a rosy picture

But it is our duty to make things better

Motherland that we call it needs our love

Only will then fly in the sky the white dove