The Illusion we call Independence Day – A Poem

It’s 15th of August, Early in the morning, I got a WhatsApp text, From my best friend. Said, Happy Independence Day, bud! I got into introspection mode. What is Independence? Freedom? What is Freedom? Free to live life Are we free? Every day in every newspaper, There is an Asifa, there is a Nirbhaya, Succumbing to uncontrolled testosterone; There is a poor man, Under the … Continue reading The Illusion we call Independence Day – A Poem