Patriotism
The Scent of Nationalism is brewing among my fellow countrymen As I pass along the familiar streets The houses of stone and gravel, Busy markets and noisy stores, High apartments and mansions, I see them decorated in the Color of Tri Waving above gracefully In the skies of warm blue, Tied across a gentle flagstaff Ever wavering in the evening breeze. As I think to myself, The flags Raised Whether by pride or by compulsion And whether it is just an Act Or true Patriotism, it does not matter As long as people forget their differences And come along in this aura of oneness The community and the nation become one. This is the Scent I breathe as I pass along the familiar streets. - Roopesh Kumar