The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear.

A misty morning, a grey veil,

green hills in the background,

lush and abundant.

On the fore,

at about 100 feets,

soars the Tricolor.

A splash of serenity,

a wave of pride.

My country, my land, my India.

And this thought alone

is so sufficient.

Welfare unto all

Rab rakha