Independence is a mirage
If We are watering a dried corsage.

Dead Flowers of color and caste
Eventually dividing us by its blast.

It seems mirage till we reach
And realize what we were seeing is not water but just sand.

Independence is a mirage
Until we stop the following Entourage.

Making our nation our priority
Give our motherland some authority

Then see the perfect change
Till then independence is a mirage