"final stroke at midnight'
I was holding rose in my hand,
With my hands folded,
I was waiting for her,
But she was elusive.
Though I was blinded,
Even then I was smiling,
The thought of her,
Made me to forget my pains,
But still she was elusive.
I was put behind the bars,
Even then I thought of not breaking them,
But to melt it with my solidarity,
As these thought were pervasive,
But still she was elusive.
Finally she arrived,
And we all were overjoyed,
It was an overwhelming moment,
At the final stroke of midnight,
Finally we met her,
And we gave standing ovation to her.
The flag was hoisted in my country,
In the honour of the brave,
And for the naive,
And we embraced her with folded hand,
Freedom of land from the oppression and suppression.
