The Quadricolour
Written on 27 September For:
No. 1244 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
The Quadricolour
Let us all bow to the Quadricolour
Flapping ever with joy and pride up high
From its mast in the Mauritian sky,
Beckoning us to unite together
And pull the national cart up further
Let us all bow to the four-coloured flag,
With its red, blue, yellow and green tinctures
And make graceful and respectful gestures
That reveal a mind free from futile fears,
A spirit full of hopes for coming years
And a heart just longing for unity.
Let us offer respect to the red tinge,
Symbol of hard struggles of our forebears
And their long decades of saddening tears
For full independence of our country,
Freeing us from British hegemony
And securing a seat in the nations`s league.
Let us revere the blue tinge of our flag,
Emblem of the Indian Ocean
And the blue sky towering our island,
With a bluish sea surrounding our land,
Star and key of Indian Ocean
And once the heart of sea routes to the world.
Let us ever cherish the yellow shade,
Symbol of the light of independence
Illuminating forward our island,
Beckoning us to take our destiny
Fully and squarely in our hands
And shape it in peace, justice and liberty.
Let us relish the green hue of our flag,
Hallmark of green vegetation,
Our cane fields spreading to the horizon,
Our verdant valleys pleasing to the eyes,
Our lovely mounts laid with greens not so high
And charming hills inviting for a hike.
Let us truly adore our awesome flag
That has witnessed so many valiant days
Of battles fought and won in diverse ways,
Battles over distress and misery,
Against financial chains and slavery,
Against despair and acute poverty.
Let us, indeed, salute our sublime flag
That has beheld our beloved country
Rise from the trough of the Malthusian doom
To the pitch of economic glory,
From the very ditch of financial gloom
To achieve miracles in history.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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