Tiranga, The Tri-Colour Fluttering Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under the tirnaga
Gathered we
In rows,
Stood they up,
The flag was pulled
Bordered
Saffron,
White
And green,
The middle white
With the Ashok Chakra

The flag went up
To the pole mast,
The thread strung
And the sling opened it
With a plethora of petals,
Flower petals scattering over.

Saluted we,
The incense sticks burnt it,
Flowers were offered to
To the dais with the flag-post,
The song was sung,
Jana gana mana mangal...,
Some remembered it,
Some seemed to have forgotten
As never were good to remember
In their lives,
Jut gave the lips to,
Some repented for not to be singers

And the song came to an end
With the slogans,
Bharat mata ki jai,
Mahatma Gandhi ki jai,
Jawaharlal Nehru ki jai,
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose ki jai.


The rows dispersed it,
The lines of the people
In reverence or homage historic
And full of martyrdom,
Much blood spilt
In getting freedom,
Freedom of speech and expression,
Peace somehow maintained,
Some suspicious of and in doubt of
Developmental schemes
To be taken
For the women, widows and children,
However be that, sweets were distributed,
Crackers were burst
And finally went they away
Celebrating the Republic Day.