"Where were you on Independence day?"
People asked me.
I visited the writer whose
hands got chopped for writing his heart out.
I cried with the child whose father
was lynched to death in the name of food.
I talked to a journalist who was imprisoned
for speaking truth.
I saw the greybeard from Bengal who wrote Gitanjali
and his friend who was killed in three shots.
"Where were you on Independence Day?"
People asked me.
I remained silent, for my freedom to utter a word
was snatched in a blink!