Independence dawns with flags held high,
Yet questions linger beneath the sky.
Marching bands and proud salutes,
But freedom whispers deeper roots.
Not just the chains that history broke,
But chains of hate we still provoke.
In crowded streets where children play,
Does hunger still steal dreams away?
Freedom means a girl walks unafraid,
A farmer reaps the fruits he’s paid.
A voice that rises without fear,
And every faith finds shelter here.
It’s justice swift and truly blind,
Equal hopes for every mind.
A paper tricolour flutters free,
But what about hearts—are they truly at ease?
So this August day, let’s stand as one,
Beyond slogans, beyond the gun.
For real independence shines inside,
When compassion becomes our greatest pride.
Praveen Gola
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