The Fallen But Not Forgotten
THE FALLEN
BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
Once there was an explicit country,
Full of world's complimentary
So called "INDIA"
Soon came a gloom,
Bloomy 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 II,
Numbers were infinite in grave,
Yet might not save the world,
Japan turn's towards us,
Yet a misgendering act of crips,
Added a blessing in disguise,
'THE DO OR DIE' movement
Clings my mind so deep.
It's 8th August 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 REALISED AS THE KEY OF OUR "INDEPENDENCE TODAY"
Copyright © Sherin Sylvia | Year Posted 2023
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