The New Rising India –A new dawn

By Solanki Lala

The nation we live got freedom years ago,

The faded saffron now rebels for its glow.

The sacrifices of patriots were only glorified in the name of martyr’s day;

The snow-capped mountains still cry with bloodshed by prey.

The new nation now stands for valiance and a name,

The saffron is turning dark radiating the nation’s rich culture and fame.

The terror and the violence, the corrupt and the rivalry,

Relentlessly struggled to stain our motherland.

The new dawn glorifies the white –like purity;

Young hearts march to serve for truth and equality,

To preserve the piousness of motherland is our utmost responsibility.

The riches and the jewels the country had, was strength of "many in few."

What makes our treasury barren now; is the pretence and divison of me and you.

The blue wheel awakens us with a spirit of movement,

To restore the nation and glorify the Chakra,

And bear the torch of, Atma-nirbharta, Sarvodaya and Dharma.

The country flourishes with fertile land,

Yet the farmers die with hunger and pain.

The green in the flag is our pride of Shakti and Shashya,

The future of tomorrow is a call to serve community in mountains and plain.

As the caravan in our border moves with hope of freedom,

The sun beams, the earth echoes and we look up to the sky;

We march against vices and visualize a portrait of victory,

With a promise in every heart to flag the Tiranga high.

By Solanki Lala