At the stroke of midnight hour
There blooms a flower,
When the world sleeps
It takes its leaps,
India awakes to life
Strangled in a strife.
Seven decades and a half,
A country, once subject to laugh,
Now springs fierce and free
Both, in virtue and victory.
A jubilant diamond jubilee
Of a fantasy fulfilled in a glee;
A frantic yet fierce flight
From servitude to constitutional delight.
Years elapsed while drawing a map
To condemn soiled stripe and strap.
In one such solemn moment,
A pledge was undertaken;
A pledge of dedication,
An unmet obligation
To serve the nation.
Today, I revive these due actions
Going beyond some candid captions.
To quench the thirst,
To satiate the hunger,
To ease the pain
And to eradicate the vain.
I shall walk a mile ahead
To educate the misled,
I shall strive a day more
To extricate blood and gore.
At the dawn of history,
We yearned for unending quest
I shall still strive for
India's grandeur and success.
-Simran Bawa
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