Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
A word is worth a thousand pictures
Life beyond Barriers
mapping the nest
poetry... mostly...
Wake Up!
A word is worth a thousand pictures
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Activities of the Ashrama along the lines laid down by Swami Vivekananda – "Atmano Mokshartham Jagadhitaya cha" or "for the liberation of self & welfare of the world."
sumanar/lekha 
Oh, you touched the chord with that last honor accorded to the one who dies for this ideal. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder to what avail this blood has been spilled. Thoughtfully written. Happy Independence Day!
Happy Independence Day Sunana.
Ours is Aiguzt 31st.
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OUCH! O, such a beautiful refusal to cover-up what flags try to cover. Let it be all dove! And if the blood continues to flow, let it be this visible! Wow!
A powerful and potent poem..i love the form
My goodness, this is powerful. Absolute stark truth, and it hits home. “It’s tears and all blood” indeed, so sad.
Am reminding of the old saying, those that live by the sword, die by it. Sadly, too much blood has been spilled over the years, over India and the people that live there. May we all learn to live together and accept our differences, in a positive way. Ok, the dreamer is writing this, Sumana.
I remember back in 1947 how terrible the partition of India was. It was so disappointing for Ghandi and so many thousands died in the creation of two and untimately three nations. It must be very hard for you to think back on those times Sumana.
kaykuala
Independence is now seen as a right not a privilege. It is a pity that for some countries independence came at a cost and a carried over period of sufferings! One is blessed if it is achieved without bloodshed
Hank
Your poem is almost a concrete or shape poem, with the drooping of the final line into blood – so well done, Sumana!
Brief, yet perfectly expressed, saying everything!
Succinct & perfect Sumana.
Sadly, I think your words apply to all flags – we can make our flags represent anything we want…
Anna :o]
Let us be grateful to those events responsible for the freedom in India. a crisp poem laden with patriotism…Lovely Sumana!
Sadly, this does not apply to your flag exclusively. Well done.
The flag as a symbol of hope but also as a shroud is poignant. Good one!