On the eve of Independence day
She was selling flags on the road
Very dark in complexion
At the edge of starvation
A single dirty and tattered saree
She wore to cover her body and soul
And her unwashed hair
Was looking as bird's nest
She was homeless and foodless
She did not put any flag on ground
They were in her hands
Perhaps she knew how to respect our national flag
A little nude baby in her arms
Sucking milk from her dry breasts
Another was holding some flags
And shouting ‘Bharat Mata ki Jai'.
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