Another day in my life, seeing of hoisting flags,
Outside parliament and the school huts,
Little souvenirs sold by the peddlers,
Something small, but feel good as the dwellers,
The three colored flag with a wheel at the center,
The respect it holds to fly high in the yonder,
Whenever it is folded with fragrant flowers,
The moment it blooms with raising wonders,
The salutation from the kids and the elders,
The warm feeling in the hearts of the viewers,
You are our pride and a hope to be the winners,
Though you are stunted with the symptoms of dwarf,
You are our only love and none can replace your place.
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Nice message on the occasion of India's Independence Day - August 15. Thank you.