By Sreshta Sree Rama Subramanian
In the land of ancient tales, where rivers flow,
And mountains stand guard, covered in snow,
There lies a nation, proud and bold,
But plagued by troubles, stories untold.
Our Bharat, our mother divine,
Whose love and grace like a sacred shrine,
We hold her dear, as our own mothers too,
Her glory, her honor, in all we pursue.
Corruption creeps like a venomous snake,
Patriotism's absence, a dreadful mistake.
In streets cluttered with filth, rivers run black,
As greed and apathy pave their track.
But listen closely, for there's a cure,
A remedy strong, simple, and pure.
It's patriotism, burning bright,
A beacon of hope, in darkest night.
For if every heart beat with love for the land,
No enemy's touch could ever withstand.
From the soldier's sacrifice, to the humblest deed,
Patriotism's power, is all we need.
Independence Day, not just a date on the wall,
But a tribute to the brave, who answered the call.
Centuries of struggle, rivers of blood shed,
For the freedom we cherish, our ancestors bled.
Let's stand together, resolute and strong,
With love for our nation, where we belong.
No room for falsehood, no tolerance for lies,
We'll crush corruption 'neath relentless skies.
Our soil, our air, our rivers wide,
Shall not be tainted by greed's ugly stride.
No shadows of crime, no whispers of fear,
Shall darken our path, as we draw near.
Yet amidst this gloom and despair,
A flicker of hope lingers in the air.
For in unity and righteous rage,
Lies the power to turn the page.
So let us rally, hearts beating as one,
In defense of our nation, till the battle's won.
With patriotism strong, her problems we'll brave,
For Bharat Mata, our flag, our soul, we'll save.
By Sreshta Sree Rama Subramanian
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