my India my pride..

She lives to be an Indian,
Sees her nation being born, rise and lead…
The tricolor flutters amongst approving winds,
Reminds of the struggle, tears, pain and grief...
Vows new words, a new promise is taken,
Let the people decide and nothing bond her nation…
With new hopes, she wants the new INDIA,
To be certainly better than what it is at it’s best…
‘coz she says, "When the clock would strike the right time,
People would salute this land I call mine!"