Tuesday, March 21, 2006 at 9:18 PM IST
The onlooker watched from the dark skies
Ashamed that once, he too walked the Earth
His mortal form had stood amidst the widowed cries
To free from the white man the land of his birth.
Yet with freedom of one nation, came the rise of another
The coming of partition, of a child and the mother
A divide of land to suffice religion’s hunger
And a tear dropped from the eye of the onlooker.
Fifty years of independence past, yet freedom was lost
Ye men still stoop low, to a walking white man’s ghost
What invisible shackles bound thee to such base deed?
The onlooker spoke from the skies, yet none paid heed.
And the silence of the Heavens answered his lamenting rhyme
You too strayed on mortal paths, give thy kin some time.
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