The splendid colors of our pride shines bright,
The gayly clad people showing our might.
But among us lies,
Many a obstacles.
Our states, never a haze of their ways,
Are they truly how they seem?
Bihar lays strained, with burning bellies,
While education remains a mere possibility.
A cruel chokehold becomes the air of Delhi,
Ears always buzzing heavily.
On the tip of the iceberg we stand,
It's been too long with life grand.
Reminiscing all the great souls we lost,
From the depths of our Indian hearts,
Taught and nourished with love,
We celebrate our freedom that binds
All of us to our ultimate goal;
A better nation, with a better vision
Everything for the greater good.
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When A Bud Blooms | Poetry
Poetry[COMPLETED] "As I see visions of me escaping this wretched reality, the hidden path behind me that I travelled a moment ago disappears, and the bridge readies itself to once more daunt. Through moments of such hesitation and doubt, oh pray, let me f...
