Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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"What is the concept of patriotism?" They all shake their heads and ask. As always, deciphering this word, For some is a mammoth task.
Unfurling and hoisting the 'tiranga', On the Independence Day, Isn't the way of patriotism, Nor are long crafted speeches to say.
Patriotism lies in standing up to crime, And helping the weak to say suffice, To be the voice of the voiceless, Patriotism means to stand up to injustice.
Singing patriotic songs, And recalling the sacrifices from afar, Patriotism doesn't end with only remembering, The lives lost in the independence war.
Patriotism is knowing that war is vile, More so, in not digging communal worms, It's in not baying for blood and inciting hatred, With rumours on the social platforms.
Wearing the colours of freedom, Setting the lively traditions in motion, Taking out rallies and hugging brethren, For just one day, isn't patriotism's definition.
To me patriotism lies in accepting diversities, In whatever religion, gender or caste they may fall, And be ready to make equal opportunities, To come together and make a country for all.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL MY FELLOW INDIANS 🇮🇳 🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳
