🏆 Featured on the profile of WATTPAD INDIA (AmbassadorsIN) in their book ‘AZADI’ on the occasion of Independence Day, 2018 🏆

Let’s take a trip to the past,
A tale of valor from nascency to the last.

With each raucous squall of their beloved,
A warrior rose with every bit of tear that was shed.
The nation yearned for freedom, a light bright enough to see,
A soothing wind calling her, a peaceful sky for soaring free.
But when her hopeful eyes held her head high,
All her orbs could beheld was a dark caliginous sky.

Deep scars and gashes imprinted on her skin,
Foreboding marks of thrashings carved mercilessly within,
India bled with every moment hauling callously at her soul,
But her sons stood hand-in-hand to bear every bit of pain as a whole.

A struggle of hundreds of years was all it took,
The spark of Mangal Pandey was soon a flame, reaching out to every corner, every nook.
Without a word, Netaji and Bhagat Singh gave it all,
Chandrashekhar Azad stood in front of demise without even fearing the fall.

And numerous of them fought with all their might,
For they knew they had to win the fight.
With the dream of the tricolor soaring high,
They gave all they had, for giving their dreams the wings to fly.
With a smile embellishing their surging passion,
They perished without a sigh, forfending the honor of the nation.

Though our dauntless heroes were gone away far,
They had plucked for us the heaven’s brightest star.
At the stroke of midnight of 15th August, 1947,
We finally had our beloved dream, our peaceful haven.
The world would reminisce this strife for years to come,
For centuries after, India was finally breathing in the air of freedom.

© GS_Stella

HAPPY 72nd INDEPENDENCE DAY!!

With love,
Stella ❤️