In my dream, I saw the Tricolour
Fluttering in the breeze
I looked at it with fondness
And my mind was quite at ease
Then as I watched, I saw with horror
The saffron colour spread
A Unicolour was fluttering
White and Green were dead
As I stood rooted, I saw
Saffron drops dripping like dew
And underneath the flag was
A pool of bloody hue
I saw my face reflected
In that ruddy pool
And woke with a start to find
Reality not far behind