Come and see the colours of Republic,
Dandi’s dust still warms our land,
From midnight vows of freedom’s birth,
To justice held in law’s firm hand.
Ambedkar’s ink gave equal breath,
Prasad’s patience shaped the way,
Since nineteen fifty’s first soft oath,
The Constitution speaks—every day.
India rises, tested yet true,
Sovereign, resilient, free.
Come and see the colours of Republic,
Not frozen in a distant frame,
They shift, they struggle, they endure,
Still lit by freedom’s flame.
Ambedkar dreamed of equal ground,
Where dignity would never bend,
Rajendra Prasad stood guard in storms,
So fragile faith could mend.
From 1950’s hopeful murmur,
To streets that question, courts that care,
The Constitution walks with us,
Demanding truth, inviting repair.
Not perfect—yet courageous still,
India rises, learns, and strives,
A Republic reborn each day,
In millions of ordinary lives.
— Jyoti Verma