The 15th Of August, I Got Depressed And Maniacally Thought Of Staying At Home, But Changed My Mindset And Went To Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

As the place had been away from,
Decided I to abstain from
And to stay at home
As got depressed psychologically,
Maniac state too took over the self
With the proposition,
What it is independence,
Who is independent from whom,
What has it to the common people,
But something drew me from
Philosophizing unnecessarily
And I changed my mind even though dejectedly
And decided to start for somehow,
As I had been unprepared for,
Things too had not been tidied up
In consonance with it properly.

The flag was hoisted cautiously
Pulling up the cloth bundle
With flower petals and loose tie up
And with a light jerk
It unfurled scattering the petals over
Which is but a technique of alignment
As the lime, flowers, flag, post, sweets
All the things of someone's management
Without which the incident cannot be
And the other thing the speech too had not been ready
But came I lastly to sing the national anthem
Following my compatriots
How their singing quality, remembrance for the wording
Stood I under the shadow of the furling flag
Seeing the whole panorama of independence,
The events, happenings and incidents
Taking place underneath kaleidoscopically
And I relating to and alluding,
Relaying the whole series of events.

The photos kept of Mahatama Gandhi,
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose, Bhimrao Ambedkar,
Bhagat Singh, Khudiram Bose, Chandra Sekhar Azad,
Rajguru, Sukhdev, Uddham Singh
Around the altar flashed upon,
The eyes met them and I stood speechlessly seeing them,
Awe-struck and breathless was it
In standing face to face, eye to eye, vis-a-vis
With the great martyrs, patriots, nationalists,
Freedom fighters and sons of the soil
With the head bent down before
In salutation to of my reverence for them,
Though I what did I in my hot blood,
Which but I should not have,
I burnt a candle light before to pay
My homage, tribute to them
To write about my rendezvous with later on
To be published as a memoir
While making a tryst with my destiny.