Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Those days


Make no difference
Draw right inferences
Things remain same
For us to see and claim

Flag may have different colors
With sense to feel pride and honor
It is for us to feel alone
The old bitterness has already gone

Each color speaks in volume
It smells like fragrance and perfume
The blood of our great fathers speak
To make us strong and not weak

It is history that reminds
Try for peace and always find
Sweat more and preserve
The freedom is dear so observe

Race may make it to look different
It may try to create and make it absent
The essence and feeling of togetherness
Let us bring cheers on the face

It is our land and to be defended
No race or individual is to be offended
Let color look different
But unity must remain present

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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