When the innocence lied,
When being good to others failed,
When life showed no sunrise,
When their beings were  jailed,
They arose, in fire
They- a mass of patriots,
Urging to revive the Indian zephyr
And answer each of the Foreign shots.
A small mob began,
To strategise what was to be done,
Every road, every mile they ran
To be  each addressed as a Free Indian.
Things went wrong, the tides were fatal
But wanting Indepence drove their minds,
They didn't back off in the battle,
A hope to get it someday, they would find.
And then.....
The whole nation saw its own unison,
A fire that aggrevated in every soul,
To break away from the assaulting prisons
To end up being slaves, was their ultimate goal
They walked, they fell,  They were wounded
But nationalism empowered them to  move On,
They all turned cold  and at times ,even frowned
But they went on to set up every milestone.
And now..
After years of independence ,
Each of their spirit is hailed
For when every thing was fenced,
Only their patriotism sailed.

Thus, I stand here, speechless
For what we Indians had the power to do
For how we ended up being,
Not as slaves but as real fighters
Who left no stone unturned,
To picture India, on the global map,
That's all what I can possibly say
For if I describe more of it,
It would consume the whole day.