Emancipated

He was a captive.He died trying to taste freedom.But now he lives, in souls free.They unfurl the banner of the freedom he had died for.They have painted it in the colours of his selfless, honest and faithful endeavour. It flutters freely, atop monuments and structure, standing tall,their heads held high, under a clear blue sky . It's roots are dug deep in an earth soaked in innocent blood.But the land flourishes, undeterred, unrestrained and unfettered.
                                                                                                Chandni