The Tricolour

 

 From the spilled blood of thousands of martyrs 
 And the red stained soil of the battle field 
 Arises the courageous and sacrificing saffron 
That will fight to death but never yield 

 From the snow-capped mountain peaks  
And the beautiful, calm seashore 
Arises the peaceful and honest white  
That strives for virtue and nothing more  

From the vast ever-growing cities 
And the small close-knit villages  
Arises the prosperous green  
That shall see our nation through the ages. 

Place them in this order, one below the other 
And add in the centre a navy-blue wheel 
Whose 24 spokes symbolise dharma 
To make India's revered tricolour seal.



























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