#independence

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  • madinah_writes 1h

    *A Struggle For Independence*



    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.


    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.



    ©Madinah_Writes




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    A Struggle For Independence

    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.

    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    It was time for storytelling.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the faint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    End SARS now! A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or all these sufferings are permanent?
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.
    ©madinah_writes

  • loftydreams101 1w

    Ashes of the Forest Clearing

    High above a forest clearing
    Are the heedful eyes
    Of my golden protector
    ~
    A seething arrow
    Burning through the branches
    In a crimson storm,
    The broad wings of death
    In a tormentor's soul
    ~
    Too often
    I am turned to fleeting cinders
    Lost in the haze of an apocalypse
    ~
    Carried along
    In the vise of their talons
    Their eyes forever seeking
    Finding few signs of life

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • loftydreams101 1w

    Disturbing the Peace

    "No more"
    These freeing words, are like jagged stones
    Falling through the heart
    Of a quiet ravine
    ~
    "No more"
    Is the honest flare of light
    A molotov bursting
    Through a calm windowpane
    ~
    "No more"
    Let the waves fan out
    Let the smoke stack climb
    I'll rise from this crawl and fight
    ~
    "No more" of this hunger
    Sprawling in the dark
    So well-fed souls
    May slumber in peace

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • kavyamalhaar 2w

    I,me,myself!

    I don't wanna be a Phoenix bird,
    I just wanna stand on my own.

    I don't wanna be a warrior,
    I just wanna be the Queen of my own.

    I don't wanna be a lad in my rebirth,
    I just wanna rely on my own.

    I don't wanna wait for the shadow,
    I just wanna lay in the sunshine of my own.


    ©kavyamalhaar

  • angel_sneha 4w

    चिड़िया
    को देख वो बोली
    "पापा मुझे भी पंख चाहिए"
    पापा मुस्कुराए
    और मन ही मन में बोले
    "पंख न होते हुए भी
    उड़ जाएगी तू एक दिन "

    ©angel_sneha

  • journeyhale 4w

    you are not of the ground,
    you are meant to fly.


    ©journeyhale

  • sketcher 8w

    Out of the cold

    For years to come
    She still wants to be the girl
    Admiring how beautiful the moon is
    How she wishes she could flaunt her scars too
    The winds touches her skin ever so softly
    Drying up the new scars
    The very art of her fights
    Are the very monsters she's fighting
    She is who she is
    And also who she isn't
    The insects humming at night is equally beautiful as the song of the birds in the morning
    She relates to the beauty of moon
    She envies the warmth of the sun
    She hates craving and freezing
    For she wants independence
    She doesn't need the sun
    But she is pushed with others
    Oblivious to the warmth of the moon in the cold nights
    For the moon cures the warmth whereas sun demands for us to wait
    I'm ready to wait too
    With my Luna by my side
    Warming me with the very presence of sun
    But she's together whereas
    The Sun rules


    ©sketcher

  • thandebaste 13w

    थप्पड़ का जवाब गोली था
    और कंकर का जवाब पत्थर,
    जो ना सुनती ये गोरी सेना
    तो कर देते धमाका, कान के पास आकर।

    कुछ ऐसे थे ये परवाने,
    आज़ादी के दीवाने, मस्ताने।।

    ©thandebaste

  • vasubandhu 15w

    ©Vasubandhu

  • rafeeababar 15w

    Happy Woman's day!

    To those who believe in being woman!

    We were created like this and we should be proud of what we are!

    Khanna b sath garam karengy, kapray b sath me press karengy, job bhi dono karengy! If I get angry, you get me an ice-cream and If you will get furious I'll cook you something special. We'll live together.

    ©rafeeababar

  • thewayward_laureate 15w

    As I was the only one

    Amidst the dangling threads of air
    I saw myself with a golden glow
    Which always flamed like a fire.

    I never wished to be the only snowflake
    Of the moor at night
    shining in the solitary sky of dusk.

    I moaned and moaned the entire dark
    But no one lit the extinguished flame
    As I turned the serene lark of the dark.

    And I decided to bring out my rays of hope
    Like a bird soaring the sky.

    I flew up the sky with my wings of fire
    With a determination of loneliness

    My rays alive,I burned and burned
    As I was the only one
    Who turned that darkness bright.
    ©thewayward_laureate

  • jes_lyn 15w

    Worthless

    Faces were filled with pity after having a glance
    At the newborn girl's innocent visage
    As she tossed, turned and cried on the hospital bed
    And tried to see her happy relatives over her head

    Her parents' countenance was filled with pleasure
    Of having a nipper, their very first treasure
    But her relatives were sure enough to bet
    That the bairn wouldn't grow up to be an asset

    Her parents would have to collect money and worry
    To sell her off and pay some dowry
    Since some paper notes are all she's worth
    Her parents are expected to work hard since her birth

    Even while selling old newspapers, money is received
    But a woman, worth nothing, is sold for free
    From birth till marriage, she's addressed by whom her father is
    And then she takes her husband's name, till eternal bliss
    She never has her own name, home or rights
    Cos' women are nothing more than daughters, mothers and wives

    On the occasion of the arrival of a guest
    She'll run in home and serve what's best
    She can never prioritise her life or career
    Cos' she was born for someone else and not for her

    She burns like a candle for others, day by day getting shorter
    Leading a hopeless life, for all her dreams did she slaughter
    With a similar upbringing, she ruins the life of her daughter
    For she teaches her that women are men's objects, to be played with
    Who should behold silence even if abused, raped or hit
    And due to partiarchy, a woman is deprived of her dritt

    She's expected to cook, clean and do all the household chores
    She can either do it voluntarily or she's forced
    Cos she'll have to serve the man with whom she walks around the marriage fire
    The one who'll have the right to snatch each of her desires
    She'll keep mum because she's forced​ to digest
    That a woman is no more than a man's object
    ©jes_lyn

  • enchantingmayoor 17w

    Lips to tipsy nose...
    Eyes for an epic tale ...
    I would fall in love for one night...
    I am a journey reaper...
    Rather...
    Tell me just if you plan to come along...
    One night of love...
    One day of affection...
    May get often....
    Do remember...
    Globe is round...and so is our love!
    ©enchantingmayoor

  • logicsick 21w

    #Independence day special #Indian fighters #Martyrs

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    The Martyrs

    It's 2021, but still we can't forget those every single torturous day
    Once our country face
    The days where people had only one aim
    Just to set our country free

    The days when our mother were bound in shackles ,
    Millions of her children were tortured viciously .
    When there were no hope of light
    When her children saw her mother ,
    Crying in pain , trembling and growning in pain

    It seemed impossible to everyone ,
    People questioned themselves that ,
    What are there next step ?
    Still they tried and died .
    Millions died just because they tried to save our mother .

    There was a spark of hope , trust lied in their soul
    All it needed was a fuel ,
    Which would help it turn into a dengerous burning fire
    Which could destroy everything .

    Like every single day ,
    they lived inside a cave of darkness
    Searching for a way out
    They knew outside the cave there is a light
    They kept searching for it even
    When few rocks fell on them , one got sick ,
    Snake biten their feet , sharp pointy rocks pearcing them ,
    They were injured , there feet were disabled ,
    There energy was about to get exhausted
    There were no food ,not even a drop of water
    Still they crawled to find out the way out

    Still people can not forget
    Those days
    When old people were not allowed to take rest ,
    When children were not allowed to grow
    When people were not allowed to speak .
    People wanted to scream
    " SET OUR MOTHER FREE , WE DON'T OWE YOU ANYTHING , STOP IT  
    WE ARE DIENG , WE CAN'T SEE IT ANYMORE ,PLEASE "
    there mouth were forcefully covered with hands , they were strangled
    Still they didn't lose that little flame burning in them

    Now we can forgive those torturers but we can never forget their deeds .
    The list of trillions of people they killed
    can never be repaired nor can be forgiven by anyone of us

    Now those trillions of people we call are Martyrs
    But beside it we can call them heroes too
    Because they may not be the leading once
    But they sacrificed to set our mother free
    They came forward holding their life on their hands

    They lost everything and yet nothing to lose
    But what they created are still serving billions of people
    Even after so many years

    It's miserable to think that we actually lost those people
    If we still had them
    God knows what else we could create

    I beg to the God to give them enough peace where ever they are
    When they were here they did a lot to save us

    Now we are standing in our own house
    We are sleeping peacefully
    We are not going to bed in fear
    Of what going to happen tomorrow

    Just because them ,
    Their blood , sacrifice , effort and lives
    We still have many such people
    Who are now in armies
    Protecting our country and us .

    I am greatfull to those people
    Who have already did for us and people who are now doing for us .
    I am proud to be an indian .
    I feel proud to talk about our warriors , Martyrs , armies
    I feel proud to talk about their deeds .

    A great salute to our Martyrs , freedom fighters and armies
    God may listen to our pray

  • women_with_pen 21w

    it's been 124 years,
    of a man who brought down the Bombardiers.
    hereby celebrating his life on the 23rd of January,
    and adding more to his honorable notoriety,
    than just his unfair closure of obituary.

    Born on the beautiful land of Cuttack,
    was a child,
    who redefined India's struggle for freedom,
    worked for abolitionism and chose ways that left people beguiled.

    Bose,
    was courageous enough to go beyond what was rife,
    was strong enough to form the "INA and the "BLOC"
    was resilient enough to handle the British strife,
    was valiant enough to contradict with the wrongs of the leaders,
    and was progressive enough to transgress the misogynistic aggressors.

    To a leader like this, India bows,
    To a fighter like this, it's a little tribute and bestow.

    Oh,How buoyant it is, to be grateful to a leader like Netaji,
    of every speech of freedom he is the main addressee.


    In 1945,
    he bid the world a good bye ,
    accepting pragmatism,
    and gifted us with an unending sense of pride and patriotism.
    none of us have the right to take this freedom we have, for granted,
    slowly and steady ,in years, it was planted,
    by people who gave up thier lives
    who in our hearts must always outlive.



    #subhashchandrabose #originalpoem #donnotrepost #independence #bosemystery #23rdjanuary #India

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    Bose❤️

    ©women_with_pen

  • kikasu 27w

    Aaj inhe cehchane de...

    Aaj inhe chahakne de,
    Basti hui nai duniya mai inhe khilkhilane de..
    Ye v prakriti k hi den h..
    Yeh Or koi nhi hame subah subah uthane wale pakshi anek hai....
    Nhi chinte h inse jindagi,
    Isiliye chaliye aaj inhe chahne de...
    insta_mahuma_p0etr
    Aaj in pr koi rok na kre,
    Jha jati hai inhe jane de...
    Choti si hai ye zindagi..
    Chlo inhe nai khushiya batne de...
    Isiliye chlo aaj inhe chachane de...

    Har pakshi k prajati anek hai..
    Inke jati v na ek hai...
    Lekin ye nhi krte hai jatiyo k bhedbhav kuki,
    Inke irade hmm manushyu se nek hai..
    Hmm manushyu ke gande irade se hi ye dokha kha jati hai..
    Kuki dana dalte hi ye use pyar smj dharti chum aati hai..
    Toh chlo hmm aaj ek sankalp le aate h..
    ki inke aashiyane pedo ko na katte hai..
    Or phir aaj inhe swatantr rup se chahane dete hai...
    mahuma_p0etr
    ©kikasu

  • anniestarr 28w

    I am and I will

    Growing -
    find someone who is ambitious,
    a social climber,
    someone who will elevate,
    someone that will provide.

    Grown -
    I am ambitious.
    I will climb whatever stairs I choose.
    I will bring myself higher than anyone else ever could.
    I will provide.

    I am and I will.

    ©anniestarr

  • eulalia003 29w

    PURPOSE

    Instead of forcing myself to love what i do...am learning to do what i love these days
    ©eulalia003

  • vidhi_53 34w

    She is beautiful,
    She is independent,
    She is strong.
    She is beautiful inside and out.
    Let her decide what she wants in her life,
    Otherwise you would never know,
    When she will go far away from you,
    In the moonlight where she belongs.
    ©vidhi_53

  • alphav 34w

    If I wear less makeup, but I'm still brown, will you stop rejecting me?
    If I dress fully covered without giving a hint of my skin, will you stop harassing me?
    If I reduce my weight, will you carry me on your shoulders for a trip to explore the world?
    If I gain weight, will you place that 'miss universe' crown on my head?
    But, if I do all that i wanted,
    They would call me a slut,
    To whom should I live for?
    Society? Or myself?
    It's time to teach young girls that
    Waxing, clothing, and makeup is their decision,
    Skinny or fat, it is their body,
    A body that's not specifically nourished for their boyfriend nor husband,
    Her body, her choice,
    But her body alone is not her definition ,
    I will wear what I've wanted to,
    I will do what I've wanted to,
    Call me a slut, a bitch?
    Fine....
    Good name from bad people is a sin,
    Shaving is fine, hair on her skin is also fine,
    Lipstick is fine, short dresses are fine,
    Too much, too less, shut them all,
    Everything that she does is fine!
    ______________________
    Framed by:- Sharu Latha
    Id:- @sha_ru_latha
    ______________________
    #feminism #girllife #alphavictor #mychoice #girl #modern #feminist #girly #modernlife #ourchoice #society #social #pain #girls #painoflife #painful #freedom #independence #independent

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    Just because I'm a girl?

    Too much makeup
    Too less clothing,
    Too fat, too skinny,
    Don't wear that,
    Don't do that,
    Don't go there,
    Why? Just because I'm a girl?