Seventy-Eight Free Summers Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Seventy-eight summers, and still we rise,
A land of myriad hues beneath open skies.
From the echoes of a past, so bold and brave,
To the dawn of today, where freedom waves.

The soil we tread holds stories deep,
Of dreams that woke from history's sleep.
Through struggles fierce and nights so long,
We carved a path, both wide and strong.

In every village, every bustling street,
The pulse of freedom drums a steady beat.
From the Himalayas to the ocean's shore,
We sing of the heroes who came before.

Their courage lives in every heart,
A legacy that sets us apart.
Through every challenge, we stand tall,
For unity and peace, we give our all.

Seventy-eight years, and the flame still burns,
In every heart, as each tide turns.
With heads held high, in peace we sow,
The seeds of tomorrow, watch them grow.

India, oh land of light and grace,
In every corner, a familiar face.
Diverse yet one, in strength we stand,
A beacon of hope, across the land.

As we march ahead, to future's call,
We hold the spirit of freedom, above all.
For in this soil, in this air we breathe,
Lies the essence of a dream we'll never leave.