Tricolor - Poem - Little Authors


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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