5 an age so small...
She ran holding the flag high...
The love for her nation
Stronger than those small hands...
She tripped, She fell down
Scratching her knees, Blood ooze out

At verge to cry...
Just whipped her tears off...
The flag was still their...
Didn't let it touch the ground
Smiled, Got back on her feets
Their she goes again to post it high up
With just 3 words from her mouth...

🇮🇳 VANDE MATARAM! 🇮🇳

With birth...
She realised...
Not to ask more, but repay all
To bow at nobody....
But just you....
You be the reason of every breathe
For you be my last breathe

Today again... I host you up high their
The tears that didn't fell from pain...
Fall down of happiness...

To see you up waving high in the sky as... I HOST YOU...
Closing my eyes... Never letting these colors fade... I felt this feeling again...

🇮🇳THIS COUNTRY OF MINE🇮🇳

© ⭐ansh