Tricolour

Tricolor - Poem - Little Authors

Tricolour

The tricolour flies,
in the air
from the last breathe of every soldiers
for my India who cared.

The tricolour waved
when we got independence
from the British
& are independent.

The tricolour flies
when a soldier dosen’t die
but becomes eternal
forever in life.

By Samriddha Biswas

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Tricolour

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