August of My Dreams

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.

23 thoughts on “August of My Dreams

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    1. My pleasure 😊 I’m so glad you liked it.
      And it’s come to such an extent that any voice raised to contradict the majoritarian views are abused, shunned or termed as ‘anti-national’. It’s a scary reality we live in.

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  1. “nascent nation like a butterfly
    Had spread its wings, ready for the golden springs.”
    Wonderful wonderful writing!
    So thought provoking and the comparison with the butterfly 🦋❤️ BEAUTIFUL

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