The Republic...

You claim with so much of surety-'We're a republic!'
I look at your face so with pride flourished
Though unmistakably, the old and the sick
And, on the streets, so many children linger malnourished...

Your pride is mine too dear!
But still there are shames on the wall
So ingloriously printed by colors
Of blood, violence and the gall!

 I am reminded of the Socratic dialogue
As the morning comes with the tri-color in vogue
With such flurry of guns and tanks
On the Rajpath march in files and ranks...




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