Flag

When our flag on Red-fort flew first, Elders felt no hunger or thirst; They stood as sure as very hell, That everything is going well! They saw, thenceforth, like freedom plays, This game got assumed many ways; Leaders, like prophets, seemed so sure, The gift of freedom to ensure! Wheels, like bullock-carts, rolled on long, Change, like tortoises, did prolong; They felt as though in safer hands, No fear of hard hooligan bands! ===== === Do we see the same now, I doubt, Here exist now much flood and drought; Longings of poor, here, daily die, No poor here! To the world, we lie… Flag, each year, we hoist, as a rule, I stand as a devoted fool; Of all colors, saffron shines more, Have other matters gone so sour? 27 October 2021