We love you.

Their conception of heaven was

A free world for everyone.

Nobody inferior, yet no one too high.


They fought to get rid of their

Conception of hell

And we finally got freedom.


That glorious year of 1947,

We finally were us, not them.

We were finally India, not Britain.


All because of those people

Who died to create Heavenly peace for all of us.

A break from the sound of Bombs bursting.


Thank you, dear soldiers,

Who died giving India freedom.

All of us citizens are eternally grateful.


We love you.

The End

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