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75 Years In The Making-Independence Day

Sep 28, 2022
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By Tanyaa Sarkar



It’s because of them we are ages behind

They looted everything for what was our worth They tortured us till our souls had died And put us in a state in which we could never advance forth They took our Kohinoor, our spices, sense of pride ‘Sone ki chiriya’ they called us but They drained all our wealth “Indians and dogs not allowed,” we were dead from the inside They made us rot, with all our treasures drowning in their greed’s depths




Here we stand, independent India 75 years later From binary to optic fibres we have come Our Sundar Pichai, Mangalyaan on Mars’ craters So much everlasting progress in 75 years we have jumped Our literacy rate all over the nation grew and grew From 12 to 74 percent the right to vote was established for me and you

Off the charts our economy went We hosted the first ever Asian games Two years after our freedom And made the first nuclear reactor after seven The whole planet praises us for our wealth and wisdom We have again achieved our heaven

It’s a mark we have made all throughout the globe Be it engineering or medicine, the world knows our name We are no longer behind for we have been able to cope Like a phoenix we rose from the ashes when we were burned to flames We have come a far way and we have a far way to go We are a developing country to be “developed” we strive Hard work and effort is what will make our country grow It’s up to us now to take the country ahead, make it thrive.



By Tanyaa Sarkar




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