Trumpet blows of throats in freedom shrieks
As the Indian flag not only waved on corridors or streets, but pinned were they in inexorable hearts of iron men
Pouring blood as the despotic drenched themselves in wine
Vande mataram, a nationwide scream,
Spat at spurious and ruthless massacred minds
Rule of greed coated in white and gruelling grey that miserably failed
To bend the bold to their cunning maw
Graves they dug a million of our souls,
only to
Drive themselves to the pettiest pitfall of shameful history and dastardly demeanor
Time gone with the whites kicked out in abandon
I watch with the fire you had to help us see the Sea in peace
My tears are my message for wasted not is your revered endurance
as I send them to you with the waves
Free as I stand with folded hands
For yours were in clutches of blood and sweat but soaring higher than any other..
JAI HIND🙏
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