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of fathers and daughters, broken hearts & triumphant love for the motherland
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(This poem was written on 26th January 2009 on the Republic Day parade at India Gate, New Delhi.)
MARCH OF TIME
The parade marches onNeat files,
Arm and armShoulder to shoulder
Straight and tallSo brave and bronze
They refuse to watchThe little ones
And scamper off Like little rabbits
In search of their carrots or play.
They don’t want to seeThey would rather play or just be
But they don’t want to watch Others fathers march past
And get decorated for valourAnd courageous deedsThey would rather hide And be somewhere else
For the face they wanted to see Was not there They knew.
Tears had welled up in mother’s breastShaken to the core
Unbelieving and taken abackFreshly hurt and sore
Years and years passDecade and a quarter Of toil and hard grind
It’s another place Another ageAnother time
The parade marches on Again
But it’s muted and stifled This particular year
After the terrorists and bombsThe 26 / 11’s and such going ons
They sit and watch togetherThe parade marching onThe laying of the wreath
At the India GateFor the eternal soldier
Who died fighting for peaceThe eternal flame burning on
With armed forces in attendance
They watched the medalsAnd the awards
Being givenTo the valourous soldiers kith and kin
They watched with swelling hearts And overwhelming pride
The entire glorious ceremonyAnd the mother satHolding her breath
Seeing them drink in every detailEager and curious
About everyone and everything.
Tears rose up and flowedDown her face
Her children were searching For their father once againTrying to connect with him
Through the parade.