Tiranga

 

One day 

No lines will remain 

Marred 

between cities and states

Across borders 

where brothers mark each other’s fate 

Where privileges

will be replaced by deeds 

No longer will the difference matter 

between castes or creed 

‘Dusky’ won’t be a taunt, 

‘Fair’ not a boastful comment 

Expectations will be followed willingly, 

dreams will be lived in the moment 

Opinions won’t get succumbed 

under stereotypes

discussions won’t be fought

As we hoist our beloved flag

we’ll also rise to our freedom of thought 

Governments won’t solely be blamed 

people won’t be let out so easily 

The richer our hearts will get 

the lesser food will be measly 

No religion over another 

every language will be appreciated 

for its beauty 

Rules will be shared 

and followed

as a responsible citizen’s duty

A daughter will be as precious 

as a son, a profession never demeaned 

in front of another 

The disparities will lessen 

as we embrace 

each other 

With acceptance of flaws 

and a hopeful ray 

Each night I look up to the moon 

and pray 

May this ‘tiranga’ in our hearts never fade 

For no lines will remain 

One day.