On this day of pride, we gather 'round,
With cupcakes bright, where colors abound.
Orange, white, and green they wear,
A sweet salute, beyond compare.
Saffron swirls like morning's dawn,
A vibrant hue, where hopes are drawn.
In every bite, a promise new,
Of strength and courage, tried and true.
White cream peaks with peace in sight,
A symbol pure, of truth and light.
Each tender crumb, a gentle nod,
To harmony's path, where all may trod.
Green icing dances, fresh and bold,
A future bright, in tales untold.
With every taste, we see the fields,
Of dreams we sow, and harvest yields.
In every cupcake, a story lies,
Of freedom won, beneath the skies.
On this, the 78th year, we cheer,
For India's spirit, ever clear.
So take a bite, let sweetness flow,
In each delight, let freedom grow.
For in these treats, our hearts do sing,
Of India's past, and what tomorrow brings.
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
On this day of pride, we gather 'round,
With cupcakes bright, where colors abound.
Orange, white, and green they wear,
A sweet salute, beyond compare.
Saffron swirls like morning's dawn,
A vibrant hue, where hopes are drawn.
In every bite, a promise new,
Of strength and courage, tried and true.
White cream peaks with peace in sight,
A symbol pure, of truth and light.
Each tender crumb, a gentle nod,
To harmony's path, where all may trod.
Green icing dances, fresh and bold,
A future bright, in tales untold.
With every taste, we see the fields,
Of dreams we sow, and harvest yields.
In every cupcake, a story lies,
Of freedom won, beneath the skies.
On this, the 78th year, we cheer,
For India's spirit, ever clear.
So take a bite, let sweetness flow,
In each delight, let freedom grow.
For in these treats, our hearts do sing,
Of India's past, and what tomorrow brings.
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