The Flag Unfurls and the Salute Follows

The Flag Unfurls and the Salute Follows...

The Flag Unfurls and the Salute Follows...

Struggling does not always thrive in shadows.

As a boat stuck in the mid sea of bad weather...

Sometimes, we need to face them in mid-air.

Like the flag struggling to sway in balance.

In the phase of enduring struggles, 

Even the wavering becomes the gentle sway of dance.

At times, the struggles underplay and let us stay calm...

But, they may make us yell in

silence as an unmuffled war cry...

The wind bends and blends,

With the soulful music as the life savior.

Unheard, we droop in sadness.

Unmuted, we are fanned by the swaying winds.

After all, It can only be us facing the harsh winds.

Being bold and strong yet fragile and flexible.

Sometimes, the breeze passes by touching us gently.

And at times, as the wild gush 

Of the stormy trails testing our patience violently.

The hissing and gushing winds hitting us in line,

The flag withstands the winds in mid-air.

As the sea waves hit one after the other.

Like the hoisted flag struggling in several manifolds of wrinkles.

Trails may make us flail in imbalance.

Like in a boat, when we try to weather the storm.

But, everything binds us to be determined,

Focusing and stabilizing us even in the unruly winds.

The action speaks much louder than words.

Even if a thousand words tend to stumble.

The reaction speaks of the feel gently,

Only when it is grounded on mercy with the self and others.

Our determination spins the yarn of trust.

Our life may look frozen in life's odds and ends.

Yet, it breathes its life with lively movements.

Like the earth rotating and revolving around, 

Without leaving any sensory cues.

In such a stillness of the moving earth,

With trust centered around faith, 

The truth unfurls itself 

And with it, the hope follows.

The truth is tied to faith,

When we try to uphold the truth.

The truth rises steadfast yet swiftly.

But only the threads of trust untie the knot of mistrust.

Though we are rooted in faith, guided by trust,

The trust unfurls and lets the happiness fill in the air.

Struggles test us through hard circumstances.

Though, maybe wavering in absolute truth.

We, like the flag, shall fan the trust.

Amidst all, when the trust spins the yarn of faith,

The truth that follows adorns us with the crown of contentment.

But, only when trust triumphs over the truth, 

The faith unveils and shown up by itself.

As in mid-air, the waving flag unfurls 

As our salute that follows instantly.

Honouring all those endearing souls who faught for our independence...