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A broken tryst

She was a beauty, yes she certainly was,
Made to be perfect, with just no flaws,
She had a heart of gold and a will of steel,
She was exuberance and joy on a reel,
She was a wild kid, a daughter of the breeze,
She glistened in the dew, and flew with ease,
She wanted to be let loose, and so she sauntered,
She walked in, and the whole view was altered,
So many she had belonged to, so many she stood by,
She was the reason why, many a man would die,
He sought her, her love and eternal peace,
He fought for her thinking her rightfully his,
He fought, for over a decade he fought,
His legendary struggle, in a new era brought,
His intentions were noble and actions were brave,
And his fight a new meaning to destiny gave,
He dreamed and won her, welcomed her in,
A tricolored necklace right under her chin,
He gave her a most magnificient abode,
New and renewed, his dreams flowed,
But now that he has her, there seems to be,
A need to chain her, not set her free,
Her meaning and purpose he truly misused,
Corruption and selfishness with her he fused,
67 years he has been keeping her veiled,
In giving her what she deserved he failed,
While earlier outsiders kept her from him,
It's now his own doing, his own sin,
He must wake up and now must atone,
Restore her back to her former throne,
For he forgets what a blessing she was,
Knows not she's tainted now by his flaws,
For she is Freedom, dainty and pretty,
Once his chosen goddess and deity,
Independence he sought, independence she brought,
And now he forsakes for what he had fought,
And he as a country cannot forget,
The shirts and eyes which had been wet,
By the blood of those sacrificed for her,
Blood of those patriotic and pure,
And hence as a nation we must say,
That this freedom is ours and here to stay,
We shall not let her slip slowly away,
And we shall usher in a better day,
When there'll be no greed or misery,
It'll be the end of violence and fury,
Then we'll unite and as a nation we'll behold,
Once again a flying bird of gold,
As one voice let's all proudly say!
Vande Mataram! Bharat Mata Ki Jay!

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