HER REPUBLIC DAY
Refusing the clutches of his Dominion,
She crafted her document of life with Freedom,
The story of her Purna Swaraj,
Where she is her own Raj.
Her heart is that of a King and mind like a Queen,
The Garden is her own Arena, brims Saffron, White and Green.
Besides the sweeping stream in Blue,
Chants a different tale,full of clue-
It narrates 69year of togetherness,
When the Nation celebrates the Constitution in full grace,
She still clutches her teeth against her brace!
This is the day when Governors take military salutes,
Kitchen, forks,hearth and books give her a tribute.
Her bravery tells a different tale of the night,
How his spokes fit in and she clasped harder to feel it tight.
He has the lions's gaze that frightens the Lioness,
When every animal celebrates their gazetted holidays.
Every morning she tries to draft her own Draft,
They merely chides and refuse thinking as a hand-craft.
It's her Constitution, the truth of her Life,
That celebrates her greatest flaw in choosing her own Government,
Which keeps him and her 24 hours under strife!