Subash
He was the only one,
for life he did not care
sorrows and tears on his face
was something rare.
Still he knew
How much miseries mattered,
when our life before us lay shattered.
He was the only one
to all and his beloved.
A lover so pure, a beloved so dear.
Yet laws of love did not retrace
for him or for human race.
Yet he was the only one.
Survived with a broken heart
to search of love as it trickled in young due drops.
splashed in the banks of the “Ganga”.
Thirsty, yet stubborn, to fight till the end,
he was the only one.
Some thought him mad,
some called him an animal,
but he was the only one.
One day a man told stories of past,
to small, to big
and everybody asked
“well did he die at last?’
The man smiled, when his eyes glowed,
And these last words he said,
“Ask not me, but search for him in you.
Find him and never let him fail,
till every bit of land shouts,
such sons in time were born,
such sons to me are born.
.....A tribute to Shri Subash Chandra Bose.
Copyright © Bidhu Patnaik | Year Posted 2013
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