Once there was an explicit country,
Full of world’s complimentary
So called ” INDIA “
Soon came a gloom,
Gloomy was rule of britishers ,
theonomous world of cruelty ,
As a beast of burden, came the freedom fighters.
Thousands of sacrifice to give us self rule ,
There came the bit dust of world War 2,
Numbers were infinite in grave,
Yet might not save the world ,
Japan turns head towards us,
Yet a misgendering act of cripps,
Added a blessing in disguise .
THE DO OR DIE movement,
Clings my mind so deep .
It’s 8th Aug 1942 , A day to be remembered ❤
A solitude speech of mahatma
Blows a fair play and ignites great minds.
So rise the question of time,
where do our warriors flew?
What dose make them so ambigue one?
there lies the beautiful truth , that
Warriors are within us .
This eleventh hour of india , lead
a death sentence to colonial rule .
REMEMBERED AND REALIZED AS THE KEY OF OUR
” INDEPENDENCE TODAY “
Aspiring Poet