The Golden Blend
By: ©Aashiq S
Bubbles all around had their own air.
Unique shades of light and fade vented with pride.
Yet, as per all those rulers, here it was all vague.
Seriously in several league.
Yet lines were drawn,
New seeds were sown,
And altogether they waited for that long and silent dawn.
And thence the birth.
As far as the only solid state, inclusive, from mirth.
Unlike melting pots and colorful salads.
Yet comparison is unneeded, as uniqueness in itself is virtue.
An environment,
Of growth, chance, space and tolerance, need of the hour.
Patriotic seeds for some is sour.
In the modern order,
Should not shy away but excel.
Above all loving and taking pride in sustained life and breath as a freeman,
‘cause of what symbolized by Tricolor,
Our seamless Mother.
Shouldn’t ever take a nation for granted.
Proudly from India