Theme: Distrust


On long mast of the power
the flag was hung once again
to be hanged bit by bit later.

Dipped into receding tears
With remnants still on faces
The mast was made to smile.

The flag was pulled up higher
For displaying her airy unfurling
Despite her prolonged unwillingness.

Greening amid mute's clappings
The country's guardians appeared
As if an ultimate triumphant.

Clothed in all grand formalities
Ironed by stop-gap processions
The ambiance had a different look.

Once hoisting session over
The public remained beating their breasts
Finally, country's cries became Republic.


More By  :  Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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