It were the days,
When we were the El Dorado.
It were the days,
When we used to be the benevolent helper of the world.
Soon came the Britons,
Alas! How unfortunate were we.
Sooner came the Great Bengal famine,
As we became the crutches of the English crown.
Alas! How hapless were we.
But as any believer will say,
Time keeps on churning.
As came the midnight of fifteenth,
We had our moment.
When for the first time,
We standing as one,
Stared awestruck,
From the darkness into the light.
All the dark grey clouds over us,
Hanging down like broken shackles,
As we entered, holding each other’s hand firmly,
Into the safe shadows of independence,
The epitome of bliss,
Whose shrine will always be celebrated by us,
“WE” The Indians.

Happy Independence Day.