Threads Of The Tricolour - 15th August, 2025

O land where rivers sing of ages,

Where mountains keep the silence of sages,

Where monsoon pens her poetry fine,

On fields of gold in rhythmic line—

You are not just soil and stone,

You are breath, you are our own,

You are pulse, the faith we borrow,

You are the promise of each tomorrow.

From surgeon’s hand with steadfast skill, 

To nurse’s midnight vigil,

From farmer’s patient, tilling grace,

To soldier’s guard at border’s place—

All labour here is sacred flame,

Each act a thread in freedom’s name,

A flag we raise to the sky

Crowned with the glory that shall not die.

We are a nation, strong yet kind,

Bound not by borders, but hearts aligned,

By countless deeds, both small and great,

That keep her pulse, that shape her fate.

Our democracy is not just read,

It walks in every step we tread,

A handshake daily, warm and true,

Between our hope and work we do.

Let our art be lamps through nights of care,

Let our words be bridges built to share,

Let our science mend the body’s pain,

And spirit heal the soul again.

This is our prayer—not whispered alone in shrine,

But in service writ, in love’s design.

O Bharat, may we build you still,

With pen, with plough, with steadfast will,

With stethoscope and artist’s brush,

With steady hands, without the rush—

Until your name, both strong and clear,

Is lived each day by all held dear.

जयतु धर्मभारतम्—may truth prevail,

May compassion bloom, and glory sail,

May each new dawn lift you higher,

Kindled by our nation’s fire.

©Sabani Das