EVE OF 14th AUGUST 1947...

In evening, I am gazing at the red sky,

When sun is setting and kites are flying high,

There are so many kites here and there,

Just then a very beautiful one appear,

She looks very calm and bright,

Want to gain a little more height.

I told her,

Tomorrow we’ll get independence,

But just then,

I can feel in her a little bit fear,

Another kite of different shades and size,

Coming from the side,

She turns her head,

As she is finding a place to hide,

But this is not battle field,

This is open air, here either you want or not,

Everyone has to show some dare,

By the time they clashed with each other,

And become one,

This is the bloody scene which I feared,

At last it begun,

Sky is getting darker and darker,

With tide between them becoming, harder and harder,

Just then as they detached,

Their tide broke,

And they are going away,

Is this what freedom mean?

Or this is the beginning of finding our right way,

Now the time has come,

To ask immediately I can say,

What is our position in the world?

And where do we stay.