My Mother, India, in which rivers sing
Flags wave with colors side by side like spring.
Each colour has its own valour,
Shares stories of great fighters & rulers.
Bright Saffron, symbol of courage bold and true,
A tribute to those who gave their all, for me and you.
Divine White, the peace that we hold in our heart,
A symbol of truth, a place where dreams start.
Green like the fields where hope and faith grow,
A touch of elegance in every breeze that blows.
In the center stands a wheel, with grand reflection,
Ashoka Chakra, with its endless connections.
A symbol of law that spins forever free,
Guiding us towards justice and harmony.
India’s flag, a beacon, high above our land,
Unites us all Indian’s, hand in hand.
With each color’s story, and each wheel’s spin,
It shares stories of freedom we’ll cherish within.
Patriotism isn’t a badge to wear when we want to,
But an honour that we should feel proud of and be true.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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