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Tiranga -The Tricolour of India

 

A recorded version of the poem in my Youtube channel.


The breezy air,
Caressing you,
The cloudy sky,
Giving you shade,
That immense happiness,
To just see your face,
And that flood of emotion,
To see you sway.

That pride to see you,
Holding in arms those,
Who sacrificed their life for you.
That pride to see you,
Pulling everyone together,
Even if they don't think alike.
That pride to see you flutter,
On highest peaks,
On the hearts of billion people,
So to speak.

That pride,
To call you Tiranga, the Tri-Colour
And saluting with goosebumps,
All over the skin.
Every single time.

That serenity,
To see you touch the sky,
And dance with the wind,
With absolute freedom,
Freedom you represent,
Of this colorful country of ours.

We may achieve a billion things,
These emotions,
These feelings,
Can never be replicated,
Can never be subdued,
On any single day.

To this country,
And it's citizens,
To the flag,
And it's protectors,
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY.

JAI HIND. JAI BHARAT.

© onerandompoet

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