The Anecdote Behind The Tiranga.

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib

If I could speak to my country;

I would have a conversation with the past.

I would ask the table full of generation if they thought that the misery would last.

Firework of courage in the heart of every soul, the silence of sacrifice consuming our nation as a whole.

All the struggle and the grief it brings,

 The unheard voices and their anthem that no one sings.

 When the ink dried on the declaration,

bringing joy and relief across our entire nation.

The win that carried that first flag of our freedom in tricolour.

The patriotism of our heart always ablaze in honour.

By Zuha Faizullah Khatib