The drums roar to the national song,
And the flag blows, to the wind, so strong,
Soldiers march, with pride and honor
When patriotism rises in heart’s every corner.
The picture of the Independence Day
In our minds, it always does lay.
But turn your hearts to the unlucky ones,
For whom home is the earth under the sun.
And food is only a handful of rice-water.
When curses fall on their daughter
For the dowry they have to spent for her,
Who can complain if its sons they prefer?
They never heard the word independence
Because in school, they have no attendance.
Boys are born with pistols and guns,
And bomb blasts, everyday, is more than tens.
When we celebrate our freedom day,
In Champaign and Chicken fry today,
Our country men plunges deep into slavery,
Slavery of illiteracy, terrorism and all the misery.
But still, to the you, my dear brother or sister,
I wish a Happy Independence Day, dipped in tears.
A very moving poem sister, masha'Allah although whether British, Indian or whatever insha'Allah our true allegiance is to our deen. :)
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