The ravishing pillars of marble
Were coloured in blood
The white swans no longer
Floated with serenity in the blue waters
The land of cultural heritage
Turned into a land of slaves
Tricoloured no longer remained the same
And the golden hawk was no longer set free!
When the golden hawk was captured
Tears arose in the eyes of a million men
Days went by
And for the years to come
The golden hawk
Became clenched in the cage of the whites.
No one came forward
To fight against the whites
But a man with a stick
Brought fire in people by moulding them brick by brick.
Started with satyagrah
Taught everyone how to protest
No violence was the only motto he carried with him in his head.
The movements he led
Showed strength of the country
Through which the protests spread
Men women young and old
Everyone became one
To fight against all odds.
The story of freedom
Needs no limelight
It itself gives delight to a million eyesights!
My soldier brothers shed their blood
Carrying the Indian flag on their shoulders
Fought hundreds of whites day and night
My mother land
Holds her crown on her head again
With names of the warriors engraved
On her body that drapes the saree of blood they gave
Blood of victory and of power
All Indians are proud of the freedom struggle
Our brave hearts went throughout
To love our country even more
Written by: Shruti Singh / @_shrutiiwrites_