Tricoloured Veins

EDITOR: Deepti Nair

As the day approaches,

And the tricolour soars high in the sky.

The spirit of freedom clutches,

The soul gets pumped up with joy.

When the deepest fear crunches,

Which the force of pride nullifies.

Then we say our brimming veins,

Are thronged with the tricolour ,

A feeling of patriotism they signify.

I wish you share the pride,

Brought  to you at your doorsteps.

I wish you, like a bird, freely glide,

Because of freedom kept by your sheds.

But, I wish you remember the sacrifice,

Which brought these gifts to your hands.

The country is beautiful and young,

It is ready to shine and reign.

The country is cheerful and rugged,

And its people with unity are ready to stand.

The nation waits to be hugged,

By the people it upends.

It is the time for energy to be clubbed,

And be the force to hold the strands.

The blood is fresh and full of pride,

The youth might take many strides.

The diversity maybe a lot more wide,

But the unity which lies is huge and unaviged.

The soul is pumped for the epic moment,

The ears are alert for the sound of the trumpet

The eyes are staring for a look of the pennant,

But the heart is still throbbing with the blood in veins.

Bodies bleeding tricolour without any cuts, without any pain.

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