Some inflame bloody riots on my name
Some freeze their comfort to guard my honour
Some debate against me for interference in the autonomy of a place
Some unite their day and night to add chapters to my untold glory
Some paint their bodies with the hues of mine to evince the so-called patriotism
Some drench me with tears in reminiscence of their dead sons, husbands and fathers
For two days in a year, you see me everywhere fluttering freely under the sky
For the rest days, I witness you all from the chocked drain and garbage dumps
I feel ashamed when such things happen to me as if I am a mere caricature.
Don’t you recognize me yet!
I am the emblem of your independence, the symbol of your country
I am the one whom you call tricolour 🇮🇳