The immortal souls on the line, Fighting for the millions of lives, Hindu or Muslim or Sikh, Stood shoulder to shoulder, Forming an alliance To kill the hostiles.
Bullets in their chests, Still holding their weapons tight, The words “promise to return” Of their mothers, And the faces of their widow wives Is deepening the bullet to their heart.
Killed those demons and Fell down kissing the ground, Spelt their last words “Vande Mataram”, And attained eternity.
Oh, how pure those souls are! Sacrificed their holy lives, Just to see their flag high and independent, That now waves with the wind of their last breathe.
Shed their priceless blood, For the people, they don’t know, And leaving behind the people, To whom they meant a whole life.
How can we normal people repay them? When they are Gods in human bodies. How can we repay them? When they sacrificed their lives, To break our bars. How can we repay them? When they left their loved ones To let us love each other freely.
A small contribution to every soldier. Happy independence day❤️
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I dream of a nation where the religion, caste, creed, gender, species, region, langauge, class no longer divide people but bring more sensitivity towards the needs that arise due to these differences.
I dream of a nation where in no innocent is charged as guilty, where there is no more capital punishment, where justice is not limited to a few.
I dream of a nation where no child dies of hunger, where no mother has to skip her meals to feed her children, where no father has to use his entire lives earnings to save his child.
I dream of a nation where there is dignity of labour, where the wheels on which this economy runs are given due credit for all their hard work and there is no exploitation.
I dream of a nation where there are no deaths due to manual scavenging, where the upper caste understand how caste system works by removing their caste blind glasses and where there is complete Annihilation of Caste that Babasaheb had wanted.
I dream of a nation where the journalists remember their ethics, where tbe businesses do not set the agenda of the news channels and where the definition of 'good' is not 'being better than the worse'
I dream of a nation where the birth of a girl child is celebrated in every family, where woman have rights over their own bodies, where the LGBTQ community doesn't have to relive their traumas every day.
I dream of a nation where humanity is worshipped as the highest virtue for if we stop being human then what is the point of living anyway.