This poem is a series of 7 Haikus.

The Independence,

The cliche is bandied forth,

With gay abandon.

A lot of fan-fare,

Rolling drums and booming guns,

A hollow hoopla.

Empty promises,

Idyllic dreams rosy hued,

Ostentious and loud.

Is the mankind free?

Has evil terror vanished.

And poverty gone?

The cauldron on fire,

Simmering slowly too hot,

And bursting with wrath.

Independence Day,

It has lost its bright halo,

It is just a day.

We remember them,

And pay homage to heroes,

their ideals trashed.

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