National Holiday Poem by Tushar Nanda

After the flags been been taken down
at the strike of dusk
After all the missiles and military junk
been show-pieced around
After all the divided states
been tried to reunite at one place
All is left but you and me
to try and unravel the real meaning of the day

Its not the weapons that's the call of the day
Neither the pretensions of a united country
What of the millions dying without basic necessities
Oh yeah that's not a priority at all i guess

So rise dear people
From the claws of 'don't give a damn'
For it is we who will give
The future generations something to think about
Something to remember us by
Instead of moldy memories not even contextual today

It is the mind that controls the day
For it appreciates the real meaning of life
Not weapons of mass destruction
Which doesn't even have a mind of its own
The real weapons are you
Capable of blunting the most sharpest projectile

So forget all the sham
And celebrate today like supposed to
Not just the symbolic formalities
But with a pledge to be involved in the progress
So that we can actually give glowing tribute
To our glorious past... Jai Hind! ! !