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At the stroke of midnight..

At the stroke of midnight,
A nation was reborn,
Tricolor gained its deserved position,
but this time the nation was divided,(partition).
The nation, which shone like glittering sunlight, was now in dark clouds of poverty.
But there was a sense of fulfillment of purpose.
India was now FREE once again..
This achievement was costly..
Swarajya costed blood of innumerable and many unsung martyrs..
There was satisfaction of freedom and the sense of loss, at the same time..

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Comments

  1. Well written!

    Freedom fighters sacrificed their lives and personal/family interests for our nation.

    Today, we owe it to them to make our nation a better place for all citizens, not just for a few privileged persons like ourselves!

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