15th August

15 August.
What for it is famous?

They told us
On this day
We got independence.

Are we independent really?

They warned us,
Ask not such
Question further.

They said,
Worry not,
We are here for you.
We will take you,
To the path of progress.

What do you mean by progress?

They explained
Foreign English language
Will be used everywhere.
Foreign companies will come,
You will earn more and more dollars.
Your son will read in English medium
And he will go to foreign to serve there.
Your daughter will love to a man
Who is not from your land, and
Your family will be a global one.

The true meaning of freedom and salvation,
I know not.

I understood nothing,
And I wonder how they lead us
To totally a false notion.

But our Constitution says-
We, the people are sovereign.
But I realize, the very word
Sovereign is not applicable
Anywhere in our day to day life,
Here on this earth.

by Gajanan Mishra

Comments (9)

...thanks to poets.org, I found the second half of the poem -Each fall the graves of my grandfathers call me, the brown hills and red gullies of mississippi send out their electric messages, galvanizing my genes. Last yr/like a salmon quitting the cold ocean-leaping and bucking up his birth stream/I hitchhiked my way from LA with 16 caps in my pocket and a monkey on my back. And I almost kicked it with the kinfolks. I walked barefooted in my grandmother’s backyard/I smelled the old land and the woods/I sipped cornwhiskey from fruit jars with the men/ I flirted with the women/I had a ball till the caps ran out and my habit came down. That night I looked at my grandmother and split/my guts were screaming for junk/but I was almost contented/I had almost caught up with me. (The next day in Memphis I cracked a croaker’s crib for a fix.) This yr there is a gray stone wall damming my stream, and when the falling leaves stir my genes, I pace my cell or flop on my bunk and stare at 47 black faces across the space. I am all of them, they are all of me, I am me, they are thee, and I have no children to float in the space between.-
....indeed excellent poetry of family ties ★ 'I am all of them, they are all of me' a wonderful line which takes us deep into the ancestry tree
...I know their dark eyes, they know mine.I know their style, they know mine.I am all of them, they are all of me; they are farmers, I am a thief, I am me, they are thee... Beautiful.
I can really feel this poem deep in my soul. I understand it on so many levels. I love it. Absolutely great work.
Nice work with the muse of your family tree.
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