Ode to the tricolour!

Oh! Tricolor, you amaze me exotically in all what you stand for

For all save you have fallen before your sturdy mast

All who held you high, all who framed your glorious past……

The top, smeared with the saffron in elegance

Through the blurred hue of the blood that shed

In your flamboyance, are hidden their sighs

The commoners wry,

smiling drowsily through their thorny bed

The deceptive protagonist, on the headstone of martyrs

feigning grief, singing ‘the legends of the dead’

Oblivious of the mayhem is the protector of the masses,

Tricked he is as are all,

by the assuaging illusion of the shining head

In all this irony you naively wave to your fullest…

Flaunting in turmoil, just another shade of red

Your heart at peace with white in the middle

the agony of the voices lost in deadly hue and cry

the snow that charmed has melted away,

the milk that flowed has dried in your rivers,

but white isn’t lost, for white doesn’t fade,

white is your cladding, hiding the darker shade

and should I salute you now, just for sake of our profound love

as your blood flows unimpeded, to save the encaged messenger dove

the poor bird in the neighbouring land passed away long long ago,

a fact you stole your eyes from, a fact you never chose to know

yes! righteous you are…. in taking eyes off everything that does tease

indeed virtuous is your deed,

of artlessly breathing in the dream of peace

Next adorns you the colour of hope,

and that’s all that has kept you from falling,

so Shall I live with it,

and make merry for the wild grass that grows?

or should I be awed,

praising your beauty for the emerald that glows?

Shall I try and root out the weeds,

or shall I cry as flooded I see my green fields ?

Shall I get lost in the woods that call me from the countryside…..?

Shall I stand tall to match your stature?

or simply stare at your brilliance with eyes so wide?

Or shall I close my eyes too and turn my face,

away from the ones left behind in the madcap race?

Shall I breathe in the hope of true prosperity,

for my home so assorted and vast?

yes! of prosperity that doesn’t dwindle with time,

and of the treasure that’s bound to last.

Oh! Tricolor, you amaze me exotically in all what you stand for

For all save you have fallen before your sturdy mast

All who held you high, all who framed your glorious past……