20 Nov Independence Day
Independence Day
by Josh Pampam 
We have lost those first days
That had adorned themselves in thorns
The swamp-tender thickets rising,
like the cup of custard
At the mouth of a hot kettle
To chancel on faiths,
We never could understand.
We have lost all those stories,
Of bloodstains on our eyes,
Of tears trekking naked on our faces
When youths and fathers were taken
across the border
By the colonizers who stole our joy.
We have lost track of the pains
That painted our brains with darkness,
When the sky was short of stars;
Fixed foghorns on our foreheads,
On wild-winter days of the wasted years.
Of many prayers that arose from heavy hearts,
Like armies of flame from a rubber burning
Spread, throughout the heated atmosphere,
To cloud our descendants to face a different fate.
We have lost those first days.
To today as we trudge the street
With our feet feasting on the faceless
Fear fixed to the fatigue floor of our flaws.
With our shoulders shoulder like the wide wings
Of a spirited butterfly in an air of breakthrough,
With our tongues tong by the tearing songs
Of a soothing euphonious tune.
We have lost all those stories today:
Dried was the crimson ocean in our nation,
That reeks only of memories of heroes,
And heroines who zeroed in on our betterment —
By being the rays of the sun,
And this we get in return:
We have lost track of the pains
Of the affliction from the hands of the scavengers
Thanks to the avengers who salvaged our land
From the barbarians, the dictators who posed
To wipe off the histories of our ancestors;
The vultures who preyed on our culture,
stole our ancient sculpture and caused
Amidst us, an eruption.
Of many prayers, we prayed and still praying
Our country will stand many decades to come.
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