This land is full of pride
echoes with the fire of every martyr who refused to kneel
From Mangal Pandey to Gandhi, from Laxmibai to Bhagat Singh
Their courage roars through temples, chants, and every beating heart
Their courage runs in our blood like the forever flowing Mother Ganga
A few years ago, they chained us, but never our courage,
Salt marches, bloodied fields,
jail cells echoing with “Inquilab Zindabad”
Their empire trembled when we chose freedom over fear.
Seventy-nine years of freedom blaze like a torch in the night,
It's flame-fed by every sacrifice that came before.
Today, our heads rise, saluting the Tiranga,
every heart praying long live Bharat,
and voices rise in unison singing Bharat Mata ki Jai.
We, the children of this soil, vow to keep its spirit alive.
For as long as this nation breathes,
we will stand, unshaken — guardians of our Motherland.
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Author:
REBELLIOUS SOUL (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello metaphors on the 79th independence day of India For every soul that bled so India could breathe.
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Comments2
A splendid poem of patriotism and the format perfect with color. Wonderfully written and a fave
thank you so much
India will not cease to stun us and the world.
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