Kaberi Mukherjee | Thursday, 14 August 2025 | Print
Kaberi Mukherjee
Tricolour summons thee
O’Freedom, Where art thou?
I stand smeared with falsities
Enshrouded with deceitful mist.
Neither I can wipe
Tears of my daughters, oppressed by patriarchy
Nor I can assuage
The grieving mothers who lost their sons.
Perhaps the vibrant shades of mine
No longer inspires the patriots.
Slashed and slit into small pieces, I’m
Hung in temples, mosques and churches.
I stand at those crossroads
Yet at a loss to tell the right way.
O’Freedom! Where art thou?
Tricolour summons thee
Come with an elixir this time
To engrave thy essence for lifetime.
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Posted 7:34 pm | Thursday, 14 August 2025
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