In The Colors of Freedom

In the dawn of August, skies paint a hue, Of saffron, white, and green so true. Our tricolor flutters, bold and bright, A symbol of our endless fight. Through battles fierce and voices strong, We carved a path, we righted wrongs. From the chains of silence, we broke free, To stand as one, in unity. The echoes of those valiant years, Still ring in hearts, dispelling fears. For every drop of blood, a vow was made, To honor the sacrifices, never fade. On this day of freedom, we rise, With dreams that touch the endless skies. Together we stand, hand in hand, In this beloved, sacred land. India, our home, our pride, our soul, Forever in peace, forever whole. May we cherish this gift, and keep it pure, For freedom, our hearts will always endure.