-by prashant goyal
On 15th aug,2010, I found a kite on my terrace jeweled in Indian tricolour,
And raised it like a flag,
As I spoke wid love nd pride;
“M blessed 2 b an Indian” I said,
To a friend of mine who was sitting by my side.
my neighbor, who lives next door,
He's a citizen, like me, was sitting in front of his laptop,
Chatting and enjoying wid a muslim girl in Afghanistan.
"My flag stays in its box this year,"
Said my neighbor, boiling mad.
"The terrible shape this country’s in,
The future looks nothing but bad.
"Taxes, scandal, indifference and crime,
On our land like a giant stain."
“cwg games going to d gutter due to corruption,
contrary to the national gain”
“u r volunteering na??
wht difference u can make?
When everybody’s endeavour is in vain” He asked me….
I told him to tell all this menace to d girl,
With whom he was chatting…
The girl said "We have all that, and worse,
But it’s against the law to complain."
My neighbor looked startled, but not subdued;
Then he started in on the Press:
"There’s nothing but bad news; the headlines are bleak."
(It gets me down, too, I confess.)
"Our news is all good," said d girl,
"It’s just how you’d like to be.
We know what our government wants us to know;
Our press is controlled, you see."
My neighbor spun ‘round and marched toward his house,
And here is the end to my story:
The next time we saw him, he was out in his yard,
Proudly raising Old Glory.
(dedicated to ma motherland on the eve of the most important day in the history of independent INDIA).
Proudly wishing u Happy Independence Day…..
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