Fluttering in the breeze and unfurling like a rose
It’s our Tiranga rejoicing on her Independence Day; like a jewel in the sunrise she glows!
Once upon a time called Sone ki Chidiya,
This is my Hindustan, my Bharat, my India
She lives free today, a reward for the painstaking battle fought
To chase away the adversary and regain our former glory from naught
Brave were those soldiers, selfless were those sons
Patriotism ran in the families when they sacrificed children to the gallows and the military guns
Words fall short and emotions run unbidden
Courage was at its zenith for the exploited and downtrodden
The sun dims a notch and the moon hangs low;
The stars shine brighter to honour the heroes of yore
Some unsung and some unnamed,
Some unnoticed but their contributions were great
We live in a free India as we bow down to those souls
Who watch us from the heavens above, their descendants achieving their goals
Upholding their name should be our sole aim
Taking India’s magnificence to the top of the charts should be our only game!
Sangeetha Kamath
Currently based in Singapore, Sangeetha Kamath is a contributor to various national and anthologies of poetry as well as short stories. All her writings can be found on her personal blog sanguineallegory.blogspot.com.
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