Tiranga Poem by Srikar Veesam
Tiranga
The tricolor had too many emotions
It has the joy of a chuckling child
Sorrow of a deserted orphan
Anger of a musth elephant
Peace of mahatma bapu
Valour of a battling soldier
Many shed their blood to shield it's glory
And then they say Tiranga Hamara.
Everytime I see it fly
I raise my head with pride so high.
Tears deluge my eyes
And salute to the waving glory
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