The August of my dreams, had blood splattered on its seams
But the tri-colour had flown so high, as our nascent nation like a butterfly
Had spread its wings, ready for the golden springs.
All our martyrs who were slain, on the path to freedom gain
Their ideals have been left behind, for the new nation we’ve designed.
And decades later blood is spilt, for this ‘august’ empire that we’ve built
These statues and temples of the mighty reek, of the tears and fears of men made meek
But will the August of my dream, stop resonating with their screams?
India attained independence on 15th August, for which brave men and women spent decades struggling and sacrificing. But this August, standing for freedom, respect & rights; has come to mean something much different for me, in 2019 & 2020.
This is inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt– August.