Move N March With Pride. Poem by Lopamudra Mishra

The jubilant breeze buzzes with familiar patriotic beat,
dampen with spirit to rise from covered sheet,
morning shines with a coloured glow,
the rush of active personal in a row.
The tune of patriotic rhyme adds with the flow,
children are active with varied colour,
some for parade ground and others for cultural valour.
Spectators with dressing best to fit themselves in festive pace,
national flag swings with pride,
with various sizes and colour bright,
office, school and colleges bear the symbol of national grace,
with fresh flowers and balloons to add in its brace,
melody speaks of heroic bygone days,
the hardship and torture our predecessors bear,
to drive the foreigners at a bay.

My heart thumps faster with the drum beat,
churning a desire to join with the rhythmic heat.
Leaders speak of many promises,
but I feel an awareness should be created,
the air of freedom is not a days' wear,
years of rolling tears and sweat lead today in progressive gear.
Cropping problems and hazards are always there,
corruption, illiteracy, poverty barricades to achieve our nation to blooming sphere,
unity and literacy should be the prime focus through its arena.
Our nation will march fast with tricolour pride!
//JAI_HIND