Tricolor is the cynosure of all

Eyes,

As great names of our history are

Reminisced.

The picture of a platform tainted

Crimson,

Reappears in our minds for the umpteenth time.

Hearts bleed pride like the bloody

Wars,

Fought in the name of freedom.

The swords of differences slayed

Bodies,

That bled equal hues of

Red.

Borders can only separate

Geography,

History knows no barriers.

With bones and flesh on either side,

Love never stays confined within

Boundaries.

The true taste of freedom,

Lies in dependence upon

Humanity.

                                           ~Nameera Anjum

                                             Jaipur, Rajasthan