Three Colours, One HeartA Poem by Neha agrawalA Tribute to India’s 79th Independence Day
Way back in 1947,
what had existed only in our imagination finally stepped into the real world. The hardships we endured, the years lost, they didn't shatter us. They made us. When that initial dawn of freedom broke, it seemed as if the air itself was different, lighter, warmer, full of things we didn't even know we were permitted to dream about. We began spinning new dreams, not for ourselves alone, but for the children and their children after them. We weren't free from something, we were free for something, to build, to create, to imagine a future that belonged to us alone. And each year, when the tricolour goes up again, it seems like that first morning, the sky open wide, and all of India breathing as one. Happy Independence Day © 2025 Neha agrawalAuthor's Note
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