The 15th August

Our share of the day to bear pleasures only Of ceremonial band and parade and hoisted flag in the sky In colors of saffron, white and green flying high In spirit jovial, jubilant and mirthful but with a sigh For every drop of wine gets better after fermentation And every drop of tear tastes sweeter after perseverance and persecution That our old guards were subjected to, how can we forget The day follows night and night day and mist after mist Then a blue clear sky with the sun lurking in the east And the little birds twittering and flowers blooming and swaying on the way Chanting vande mataram and jai hind, oh! what an independence day