My patriotic Awaz 🇮🇳

Not my poem can express those tristesses.

Martyrs’ , whose blood bore fruits on dry steppes.

Sparrow was unleashed but badly wounded.

Yet, with courage and strength, she was abounded.

By love, changed ravaged land into orchard.

By revolt, freed those who were indentured.

A little sign; from dark slavery mountains.

Very soon sunshine shall see from curtains.

Free days came but people forget martyrs.

They freed those who were cowards and darters.

~Muskan Dahiya ✍🏻

❤Happy Independence To All❤