Another Independence Day: Where are the poets?

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The poets cried
At the stroke of midnight
When the nation was born.

Since then no poet laureate has sung
The glory of its martyrs,
Or of the sacrifices
Of its youth
Or of its leaders.

Meanwhile,
The nation marches on.
Many still die for it
Many still have dreams for it;
Honesty and Godliness
Still burn like incense
In most hearts.

But the poets do not see
The smiles, or the statistics.
Their eyes are dimmed
By the tears of sworrow
At the sight of the children begging
In tattered clothes,
And by the tears of rage
At the million other injustices.

Let the poets be-
Let them weep and rage
For their perfect world;
Let them suffer, if they want,
Till all sufferings end.
Let us hoist the tricolour
Without the poets.

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