Independence

a poem by Inchara

People danced in ecstasy
Freedom tasted sweeter than honey
What more could one ask than this fantasy
Its worth didn’t sink in yet is funny

Struggle for the freedom was colossal,
But taken for granted is the result
Manipulated poor remain docile
Line of division was drawn across cult

Fights for trivial reasons are several
Value for the priced freedom is buried
Differences among the castes are upheaval
Opinions of the rulers are varied
United lets keep aloft the flag of independence
And promise to rise above dependence