Surges of independence filled the air,
as 'Vande Matarm' echoed in the ears.

Of pride and glory the tales were told,
from far battle fields the history was unfold.

61st independence the country was celebrating,
colors of freedom the 'Tiranga' was reflecting.

Carried by the emotions, I stood tall
to pay my tributes to the heros of all.

I took a deep breath and felt relieved
at the thought of being in a county that is Free.

Before the thought could even sink in me,
I heard some voices as if in deep agony.

Few bony voids, around 10, is all I could see
With loads of tricolor sweets, they were told to carry.

For every sell, 2 Rupees they would make,
Or go to sleep with no intake.

They said nothing but the voices said it all
the pain, the agony - poverty above all.

A man walked with them in white,
to make sure the money was right.

As I called one of the kids, to buy some sweets,
I wondered - is he really Free?