When unfurled, my head bows down everytime Flies with the wind, tricolour is its noun everytime Horizontal rectangles wielding colours various Imparting a message to the entire town everytime Singing high of mighty deads, it flies with an echo Wherever hoisted, it graces as a crown everytime Of the bravery of saffron, and the peace of white In green of progress, I revere and drown everytime It is not just a flag, but an emotion of millions Telling us to strive and not to back down everytime Do you see it stained with red patches, Sweta? Tearfully, of the sacrifices I write down everytime. Task 2 ~ Ghazal on tricolour #yqbaba #rzindia #rzvandemataram #restzone #englishghazal #tricolour #ghazalsalltheway
