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White The Quit India Movement, a call to rise, Gandhi's voice, a nation's cries. Quit India, the slogan bold, Freedom's demand, young and old. Mahatma's plea, a non-violent stand, Against the British, hand in hand. Non-cooperation, civil disobedience too, The nation united, to see this through. From Bombay to Bengal, the movement spread, Students, workers, peasants, all ahead. Protests and marches, rallies and strikes, The British Raj, with surprise and spikes. Jawaharlal, Patel, Azad, and more, Leaders emerged, to fight for India's score. Police brutality, couldn't deter the crowd, The spirit of freedom, proudly avowed. Though crushed, the movement didn't die, Seeds of freedom, forever spry. August 1947, a dream come true, India's independence, for me and you. The Quit India Movement, a milestone in time, A nation's struggle, for freedom's prime. A testament to courage, in the face of might, A shining example, of non-violent fight. The British grip, began to slip, As India's voice, grew louder and rip. The movement's impact, far and wide, Inspired a nation, to step inside. The freedom flame, burned bright and bold, Guiding the path, to a future to mold. Though challenges lay, ahead and near, India's spirit, cast out all fear. The Quit India Movement, a turning point made, In India's history, a new path was laid. A nation's resolve, to be free and strong, Echoes of freedom, still resonate long. Mahatma's dream, of a nation united, Started to take shape, with freedom invited. The movement's legacy, forever in our hearts, A symbol of courage, that never departs. Let us remember, the struggles of the past, And honor the brave, who fought to forever last. The Quit India Movement, a shining light, Guiding us forward, through the dark of night. ©twisha ray Nation’s rise #trnojo76 #quit_india_movement #riseofphoenix

White The Quit India Movement, a call to rise, Gandhi's voice, a nation's cries. Quit India, the slogan bold, Freedom's demand, young and old. Mahatma's plea, a non-violent stand, Against the British, hand in hand. Non-cooperation, civil disobedience too, The nation united, to see this through. From Bombay to Bengal, the movement spread, Students, workers, peasants, all ahead. Protests and marches, rallies and strikes, The British Raj, with surprise and spikes. Jawaharlal, Patel, Azad, and more, Leaders emerged, to fight for India's score. Police brutality, couldn't deter the crowd, The spirit of freedom, proudly avowed. Though crushed, the movement didn't die, Seeds of freedom, forever spry. August 1947, a dream come true, India's independence, for me and you. The Quit India Movement, a milestone in time, A nation's struggle, for freedom's prime. A testament to courage, in the face of might, A shining example, of non-violent fight. The British grip, began to slip, As India's voice, grew louder and rip. The movement's impact, far and wide, Inspired a nation, to step inside. The freedom flame, burned bright and bold, Guiding the path, to a future to mold. Though challenges lay, ahead and near, India's spirit, cast out all fear. The Quit India Movement, a turning point made, In India's history, a new path was laid. A nation's resolve, to be free and strong, Echoes of freedom, still resonate long. Mahatma's dream, of a nation united, Started to take shape, with freedom invited. The movement's legacy, forever in our hearts, A symbol of courage, that never departs. Let us remember, the struggles of the past, And honor the brave, who fought to forever last. The Quit India Movement, a shining light, Guiding us forward, through the dark of night. ©twisha ray Nation’s rise #trnojo76 #quit_india_movement #riseofphoenix

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The lotus, India's sacred flower, Blooms in ponds, with gentle power. Its petals pink, or white as snow, Unfurl to greet, the morning's glow. The marigold, with bright orange hue, Adorns the streets, with a vibrant crew. Its strong scent, and sturdy stem, Make it a favorite, in every them. The jasmine, with fragrant perfume, Fills the night air, with a sweet tune. Its star-shaped blooms, in white and green, Unfurl at dusk, like a magic scene. The rose, in India's gardens grows, In shades of pink, and red that glows. Its beauty and scent, a treat to behold, A symbol of love, forever to hold. The hibiscus, with large showy blooms, In shades of pink, and red that zoom. Its delicate petals, and prominent center, Make it a standout, in every garden's feature. ©twisha ray #Sunrise #trnojo76 #morning_thoughts

The lotus, India's sacred flower, Blooms in ponds, with gentle power. Its petals pink, or white as snow, Unfurl to greet, the morning's glow. The marigold, with bright orange hue, Adorns the streets, with a vibrant crew. Its strong scent, and sturdy stem, Make it a favorite, in every them. The jasmine, with fragrant perfume, Fills the night air, with a sweet tune. Its star-shaped blooms, in white and green, Unfurl at dusk, like a magic scene. The rose, in India's gardens grows, In shades of pink, and red that glows. Its beauty and scent, a treat to behold, A symbol of love, forever to hold. The hibiscus, with large showy blooms, In shades of pink, and red that zoom. Its delicate petals, and prominent center, Make it a standout, in every garden's feature. ©twisha ray #Sunrise #trnojo76 #morning_thoughts