These mystic sunrises, these vanishing lights melting into the horizon while the grey clouds playfully lingers around.
I find the mornings as a most optimistic work of nature but I also have a sense of awareness that the mornings are much more than a dose of motivation.
Some mornings are reminders for a generation .
They question you like your own resemblance shudders you from inside and indulges you in a soliloquy. Sometimes it's about you and sometimes about the people about whom you claim to have familiarities or may be love (in most despising ways) Out of brotherly love, the attachment, how do you bring yourself to feel elated and rejoice in the moment while a fraction of people living under the safe boundaries of your land will be rendered homeless or lose everything they cherished since years in a communal clash, racial violence or forced to live life as a refugee.
Isn't your own happiness a hoax that ridicules the life of those people while you live with dreams, of promised utopian land, of progressions and oneness and ideal nationalism. There was a time once, while singing the national anthem, holding a national flag, bathed and dressed up in new clothes, we would run on the fields feeling the most patriotic kid in the world.
Chilhood days were the best, you learn what you were told, even if your country went through so much. Even if your countrymen were suffering at behest of lawlessness. But things change. Your views never remains the same.
This Independence day I, like youths of my generation felt a pain, that sting, that inflicted wound, when I realised this time, the moments to feel proud have been overshadowed by the attrocities happening in my country.
I feel ashamed when sections of society in my nation are left to beg for their freedom, for their life, when they are told, this is not your country. If you wish to live, live on our terms, do as what we tell you or else leave! Go! Go to some other country.
I felt the trauma of my people, when their faith is being taken away from them, when they are told to leave their land. What are ways left for them?
We cannot become stooges, nether we will become separatists.
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