My sleep got disturbed, thrice that day; <br />I could not sleep tho’ a holiday; <br />My mind was filled with thoughts unclear; <br />I got up in the morn, much earlier; <br />‘Twas India’s Independence Day! <br /> <br />Thunder, lightning filled the night’s Sky; <br />The day much overcast did fly; <br />The Rain was just a drizzle that day; <br />Wetted the ground of mud and clay; <br />‘Twas 15th of August, a rainy day. <br /> <br />The pea-birds howled and groaned that night; <br />The Rain made them shiver with fright; <br />Though ten, it looked like six in the morn; <br />The Sun behind the clouds had gone; <br />The Sky ground-glass remained that day. <br /> <br />The leaky tap-waters that fell, <br />Raised wavelets, ploppy-toned and swell; <br />Rain-drops on cables looked like pearls; <br />Dropped, formed again, enticing souls; <br />It looked it would rain long that day. <br /> <br />Rain-drops hanging beneath fir-twigs; <br />Glittered in the scarce light like figs; <br />The whole tree was aglow, alit; <br />A thing of beauty, don’t miss it! <br />The Sky looked like a barred-white board! <br /> <br />A frail, brown-skinned, bony human, <br />With sack on head, bent-back, he ran! <br />The Indian was agonizing! <br />Tho’ people keep sermonizing! <br />Fifty years after Independence! <br />What good was done for the common-man?<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/15th-august-1998-in-india/
