Tiranga, The Tri-Colour Fluttering

Under the tirnaga Gathered we In rows, Stood they up, The flag was pulled Bordered Saffron, White And green, The middle white With the Ashok Chakra The flag went up To the pole mast, The thread strung And the sling opened it With a plethora of petals, Flower petals scattering over. Saluted we, The incense sticks burnt it, Flowers were offered to To the dais with the flag-post, The song was sung, Jana gana mana mangal..., Some remembered it, Some seemed to have forgotten As never were good to remember In their lives, Jut gave the lips to, Some repented for not to be singers And the song came to an end With the slogans, Bharat mata ki jai, Mahatma Gandhi ki jai, Jawaharlal Nehru ki jai, Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose ki jai. The rows dispersed it, The lines of the people In reverence or homage historic And full of martyrdom, Much blood spilt In getting freedom, Freedom of speech and expression, Peace somehow maintained, Some suspicious of and in doubt of Developmental schemes To be taken For the women, widows and children, However be that, sweets were distributed, Crackers were burst And finally went they away Celebrating the Republic Day.