**INDEPENDENCE**

**INDEPENDENCE**

 (Dedicated to our brave Soldiers)

Seventy, a score, a number...

Democracy we sowed seventy years ago..

We are the children of this colourful nation..

A mother, a warrior, a strong vibe..

It flows and saved within our veins as an amber..

A country which is so popular..

We have vivid religion, a tricolour...

Distinct culture and a bright future..

We nurture, we chase..

We win and we loose..

But never forget some days..

Today is that day..

August the great fifteen..

We have seen; we will see..

We will celebrate, we will cherish,

All the moment of this day..

Days started with Jana Gana Mana..

O my dear Vidhata, the almighty, the mother..

Always bless us..

Purify us..

We will love you...

We will protect you..

With every bit of blood..

With all my heart till the day which comes everyday..

I love my INDIA

You are the reason I'm safe somewhere..

Salute to the Martyrs, Salute to this great Nation..

-KUMAR KRISHNA SARMA

*SOCIETY*

*SOCIETY* 

A tree with branch and fruit... 

We are their root... 

We build the sky.. 

But can't make their eye... 

They are so called relative and our beloved ones... 

They don't believe us and our postulates.. 

I once told that we are all bonded with amity... 

But here the fruits are cut when they are a not even mature... 

We always get a life with thousands of dreams... 

But it is succumbed by threats and our own keens... 

They can't support our back and front.. 

But they will throw pebbles right at our souls... 

We are distracted, yes we are... 

We don't even have our own backbone... 

we just got operated.. 

We are tempted.. 

We are molested.. 

But still we overcome.. 

We rise from the coffin.. 

We shout and come out... 

If you have something to say... 

Say at once, there wont be a next time... 

Cause all you got is just one life ..  

Feel and enjoy it.. 

Till the day you die... 

Die like a young kid.. 

Do the work like mature... 

You don't know when this journey ends... 

Till then be with me and enjoy the weather of love... 

- Kumar Krishna Sarma

**LIGHTNING**

**LIGHTNING** 

There was a day cult 

When i was a child and then grown adult.. 

I remember.. 

I remember the lightning that night.. 

It was cursed and bright.. 

Furious and extreme... 

Beginning to strike every steam.. 

Soon began a smoothie rain.. 

Followed by the breezes like they were well trained.. 

I was entertained.. 

The soft pearls fell on my neck.. 

The rivers were once again abundant.. 

Clouds are mesmerised by there holy tell.. 

Like the old granny telling story to the baby clouds.. 

They were feeling fear and agony.. 

In the process they cried and showered.. 

The old grandpa was angered by the same.. 

And the lightning was followed and lavish cascade.. 

And i was staring at the heavenly masterpiece.. 

Counting every drop of dime... 

-Kumar Krishna Sarma 

LIGHT

LIGHT 

Why are you afraid of the darkness??. 

Says my guts to me. 

After all it is like a nightfall.. 

It flows like a panorama at night.. 

During the day the sun, the moon and the stars combined.. 

They make it their slave.. 

And the light kills the darkness for that day.. 

But every-time it kills it rises from the dead.. 

Tries to burn the one which is already burning.. 

The sun i mean.. 

It burns all day and night.. 

It is the nature who had made the law.. 

Ordering the sun to perform at day to glow.. 

That is the visual we seek.. 

For everything there is two faces of geek.. 

Two roads for every person.. 

Two question for every position... 

One answer to solve the problem.. 

And the light follows us like an emblem.. 

For all the truth there is light.. 

If you are honest and hardworking you'll shine bright.. 

After all the shadow also appears when there is light..

-Kumar Krishna Sharma

Sublime

Sublime

At last I'm seeing this.. 

A truck passing me by.. 

There goes that guy..

I'm watching them waving bye.. 

Two children's just remarkably watching me.. 

Thinking me as a lunatic.. 

Hectic,septic and what else they thought of me.. 

I haven't known yet.. 

I smiled at them.. 

I laughed at them.. 

I'm staring them.. 

They are running like two little puppies... 

Holding my back as a pillar.. 

They are pulling me now.. 

Back and front,left and right.. 

I'm watching them closely.. 

They loose me in fright.. 

And i told one of them in ear.. 

Play till the day you die.. 

Whatever is your religion.. 

Never go for an eye for an eye.. 

That little one asked me.. 

What if we go an eye for an eye..??. 

I behold my breath and laughed out loud... 

Mumbling inside, looking at him.. 

I whispered at first..Stopping

Shouting out loud.. 

You'll go blind... 

And my voice echoed till i left.. 

Until i disappeared.. 

-KUMAR KRISHNA SHARMA