Mai Azad Ho (Poem)

Take me to the time,
When the trees were a little high
And the stars were a little low.
Take me to the time,
When the sun was a little shy,
And the streets were a little slow.
Take ME, to that time!

The time,
When rage could meet every eye,
When 'nation-love' was our greatest ally,
When the brave made the minds blow.
Take me to the time that was a little while ago!

There, among the yellow fields, a 5 year old sow sticks to turn them into guns.

Bhagat Singh

(source: www.eyeartcollective.com)

There, thousand miles away from his soil, a man sketches his nation as free.

Subhas Chandra Bose

(source: www.kamat.com)

There, hiding behind a tree, a warrior shoots himself as getting killed by whites is not in his nature.

Chandra Shekhar Azad

(Source;proud2bindian.blogspot.com)

Take me to that time,
When you'd kneel down and rest your ear on any man's chest,
with every sound of his heartbeat you'd hear a scream:
MAI AZAD HO

Let my motherland become a war zone,
and may the white blood wreck my land.
Their bodies will be buried in my soil,
And thus will come that day
When our kids would walk over the place
where the whites silently lay.
Come with me to the battle zone,
We'll sing a war cry together!
And when the enemy stands before us with a rifle in his hands,
we'll look him in his blue eyes and shout:
MAI AZAD HO.

Or Take me to that time,
Not to die,
but to meet those great men and tell them that now we hate half of the people they died for.

Inside creative minds

"There have been lives within the dirt,
Sow a seed and let them live again!"
He thought.
She thought.

"Let's start with a seed."
He thought.
She thought.

"A little kid with his friends might be the perfect people to sow that seed."
He thought.
She thought.

"The seed will sprout above into the darkness that the kids live in. Piercing through the soil, it'll introduce a pinch of green into that black."
He thought.
She thought.

"Little kids will be there to cherish the green they've made. They'll water the seedling until it grows into a healthy plant. During the same, they'll be oblivious of the greens that their own brown bodies were made of."
He thought.
She thought.

"The end should be tragic"
He decided.
She decided.

"A storm comes. The plant is gone. Little souls are now heavy."
He sighs.
She sighs.

"This will be a hit"
He smiles.
She smiles.

He took out his paintbrush while she searched for her pen.
He had a canvas.
She had a notebook.