The Rebellion of '57
'''tis Power that rules men,not men--
When they but have misused
That Power, to abduct their soul--
For It then stands abused.''
So at such time when Anguish
With rage, had undone
The bonds that with-held the blaze
In hearts of everyone,
To over-throw the unjust rule,
There was an uprise; To win-over our Liberty,
There was The Uprise...:
A feeble Nation rose to fore,
To fight the unjust Company,
And India--She rose in uproar--
Indians rose to mutiny.
With swords and shields, hearts of gold,
A clan of Warriors rose,
Against a mighty cannon-force,
The Clan of Warriors rose.
Here, wars were waged, There battles won,
With valour-ridden thought;
Then lives were lost in the field
'gainst the forces of distraught.
The final picture was of Death--
Of the stabbed, the beaten and bruised,
For against gun and mortar-bolt
Sword and stick was used.....
Copyright © Akash Yadav | Year Posted 2011
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