tragedy called life

I am burning incessantly

the end appears to be nearing

the energy levels are dying down

sublimation of the body fearing

the soul though has no abode

permanently to stay there

but the existing address is in me

and then to anonymity shall near

I breathe hard to remain alive

but the strength keeps diminishing

my aspirations are young enough

but my actions are retreating

I too have a ticking countdown

to remain in this materialistic earth

 and when the counter reaches zero

my existence shall become unheard

yes, we all are a feeble naught

that can be easily wiped off

whether we do good or bad

the life is always written off

Happy Freedom

Now that you are a free nation

It is up to you what you choose

The chaos, the famine, the massacre

Or the development, safety, the welfare

The unemployment, dirty politics, the corruption

Or the happiness, standard of living, the education

The fight at the borders or the peace within

Poking at other’s affairs or the self grooming

Yes, now you are a free human

It is up to you what you choose

You may be a traitor or a true patriot

You may curse your nation for every rot

You may criticize the policies, leaders, the nation

Or you may still ask for more and more freedom

You may put the caste, the language above the nation

You may betray your motherland in the name of religion

It is up to you what you choose

First keep yourself in others shoes

Aren’t you misusing your freedom

With overconfidence on your wisdom

Are there obvious signs of enslavement

The mental and intellectual entrapment

Just celebrate the holy spirit of freedom

It is your life, your character, your nation