The tricolor we have seen
Ever since till the present
The sight is now tinged
With a new shade of mind
The hue forth now smudges
Our wonted colors of time.
The one that breaks new skies
Must always pick the meadows
For the clouds that flow high
Are but colorless drops to ground
Then the tricolor flutters in true color
The resolve is not to impose or expose
But to empathize and find a way
The color forth is not mine or thine
The color fourth flows only within .
Rishikesh
2310
22.43 hrs
16.8.25
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