on independence day

main jab sota hoon raat ko
toh meri ankhon ke aage
khali tukda rehta hai aasmaan ka
kala, gehra, raat ke rang mein bheega hua
mera aasmaan
phir main bunta hoon khwab kayi
ek ek karke
sitaron sa tangta hoon unhein
aur roshan kar leta hoon
aasman ke
apne us tukde ko main

at night, when i sleep
their lies, in front of my eyes
a part of vacant sky
black, dark, dipped in the colors of night
my sky
then i start weaving dreams, many
one by one
i hang them up like stars
and alight
that vacant part of sky,
which is mine

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