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It is a poem based on the Indian Freedom Struggle |
People in white that shuffle along the streets With sweaty hands holding words of power And faces bearing expressions of emotions Withholding the blizzard and withholding the shower People in skin that wake up to see dark walls With hearts making attempts at hoping for hope As they close their eyes to make the pain bearable For they alone to face the torture of the rope But that was the past and the people who lived then And now is the present lived by other generations Then the people endured the anguish and suffering For us, for their generations and the beloved nation But do we uphold their honor? Do we hold their pride? We lived then under the terror of some other foreign But now we live under the terror of our own blood And like it or not, it’s our own pride that we shun. Suppressed for so long it’s time to strike back Even if it’s against a power that has roots in our fears Rise, for we are more in numbers and have a reason A reason strong enough to overthrow false seers While evil has no purpose and strikes for no good We have the solid reason of upholding our truth And hence we can change ourselves and then the nation For what is the nation but us, Mother India’s fruit? So rise children of India, rise to make a change Change for the good and change for the sane And just you wait and look, India herself will change Grateful and happy, India will wield the rein. |