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Days were colorless when both of us left home,
Everyday our country land used to bathe in a pool of gory.
You went abroad to study while I stayed back,
Only to witness people staring at the twilight skies
Waiting for a ray of hope amid the blend of light and dark.
Finally it all ended.
And on this day you return.
I can see you but you can’t see me.
I can see your nine year old waving the tricolor;
And you, with teary eyes, looking at my uniform and medals around.
Slowly you walk up to my photo on the wall with a garland,
With a shivering voice, you utter “Happy Independence Day, Major.”
Published by Sumana Saha
Written by Sumana Saha
6 years ago 
