They had nothing to give
To their motherland
Except their mortal lives
So they gave it cheerfully
Without a second thought
To see her wrinkled smile

These road on which we stand today
Were built upon layers of stone
And skulls of warriors great
This freedom wasn’t free
Of cost. Their debt we must pay.
Each and every day.

Two brothers fought
None won
Both lost
Freedom exacted a dear cost

As the clock struck twelve
On that August day
From heaven the martyrs cried
Their dream
Their struggle
For which they died
Was finally realized

The dawn was breaking
It was history in making
The charkha of time had turned
After so many years
A nation was waking
Up

Today we are going to do something different
Today you will leave your rooms
Today you will go on a journey to healing

Is that purple?
Yes actually, it represents the mind charkha
A journey inside yourself,
Your third eye

This is a meditation exercise
The room on low light,
Music drifting in the background,
Flowers in water,
Sparkle on the ground,
Covering a purple labyrinth

This is where healing truling takes place
Not locked up,
Being yelled at

Sure I was put with the girls,
This is nothing new to me,
The price of safety,
But this place was different,
Different from the last,
They cared,
Not just about making sure I was still alive, but also that I was /alive/

On this purple floor,
Today,
Sparkles on my hands from where I was on the ground
A grand release into a new place
Gleaming
Thinking
Releasing
Healing