The Tribute
Their mere weapon was their forbidden courage, hands barren with no armaments, no ammunitions, marching towards the proud valley of death, dedication born from their sempiternal dreams of a free land.
Their bare weapon was their incessant patriotism integrated under a sensitise unique identity of "many in body, one in mind" regardless of microscopic divisions and territories.
One after another valorous episodes of martyrdoms saline the lifeless pages of chronicles with carotenes of united echoes of nationalism campaigning for independence.
Their mere weapon was their dauntless defiance, encapsulated in revolted gestures against servitude as banishment and penalized death-sentences ruined the rallying cries of revolutionary catchphrases.
Their mere weapons were their doggedness and grit under the divide and rule's suffocated ambience of authoritarian sunless sky where life was more traumatic than nightmarish death.
Their mere weapon was their undefeated dreams when chauvinistic old and young blood were contentedly motioning to expire in the hecatomb of prerogative freedom; intoning the committed slogan of "Vande Mataram" I praise thee, mother," ardently.
Non-actualised, futile movements after movements were not their impediments, but cheering formidable fortitude to stay resilient in face of coercive subjugation with consolidated resoluteness.
Their mere weapons were their steadfast unity and integrity in the face of controls and bans; consolidated in the unabated tides of mass participation to resist the holocaust regulations.
With unprecedented ubiquitous non-cooperation and boycott widespread, who could restrain the dangling steps parading towards the gallows to save the sanctity of motherland!
Their mere weapons were non violence and laudable forbearance against all odds of vehement intolerances, a rare aplomb to sustain with dignity under any strategic dominance.
Their mere weapon was their discretionary decisiveness, solidified by prolonged oppressions' distresses, took all the bullets on the audacious-chests gloriously so that a new millennium of amaranthine independence becomes reality.
From 1847 to 1946, history witnessed a persistent series of spotless sacrifices marked by resiliences' bloodshed for the sanctified cause under the silhouette sky of alien-jurisdiction's proclaimed, penalized damnation.
Steadfast fidelity and enduring fortitude created an immortal era when from the sacrifices' blood bloomed a new dawn of liberty under the independent sky of justified sovereignty.
An egalitarian eternal sunrise of a democratic chapter incepted with the viceroy rule broke up at the midnight of 14 th August 1947 marking the end of the seminal moment of perennial despotism, when the proud nation wake up to witness the first liberated sunrise at monumental twilight of 15 th August 1947 with the swearing of panegyric oration of independence at the Viceregal Lodge of Shimla.
Another acclaimed milestone with sacrifices footprint, auspiciously encrypted in January 26, 1950, when broke free from the shackles of monarchy into a sovereign republic permanently as the glorious constitution came into effect with the termination of the dominion status ultimately.
World's largest democracy, India, is going to proudly complete 75 th glorious years of independence on 15 th August 2022.
An honourable salute to all the martyrs who sacrificed everything so that nation can behold the dawn of priceless freedom forever.
Vande Mataram
© Silpika Kalita
Copyright © Silpika Kalita | Year Posted 2022
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