I celebrate Independence Day

On fifteen eight nineteen forty seven,

they left everything behind,

they left their birth land.

But I celebrate Independence Day

in India.

They saw their family getting beheaded,

although they had committed no sins.

But I celebrate Independence Day

and keep my head high.

The streets were sanguine,

with multiple red streams.

But I celebrate Independence Day

and unfurl orange-white-green cloth.

They had nothing to eat,

weak starved to death.

But I celebrate Independence Day

and savour various delicacies.

Both the land and hearts,

got divided into two.

But I celebrate Independence Day

and see unity everywhere.

Everything was lost,

with no hope to be found.

But I celebrate Independence Day

and hold my proud possessions.

Partition was the word even illiterates knew,

it was the word to be feared.

But I celebrate Independence Day

and that word has faded from my memory.

They mourned on that day,

and mourned.

But I celebrate Independence Day

and celebrate.