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Sweet child of mine Thy time hath come Fought since thou birth Thee knew no fear Categorized as a vigilant Battled for the country Wounded in the struggle For peace and prosperity Was criticized and mocked Accused as a rebel Arrested and even tortured But thou carried on Bombed the central parliament Succeeded but was hanged Left with a smile Thou found thy paradise
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
The Martyr
Sweet child of mine Thy time hath come Fought since thou birth Thee knew no fear Categorized as a vigilant Battled for the country Wounded in the struggle For peace and prosperity Was criticized and mocked Accused as a rebel Arrested and even tortured But thou carried on Bombed the central parliament Succeeded but was hanged Left with a smile Thou found thy paradise
This poem is a tribute to the legendary Indian freedom fighter Bhagat Singh. He gave his life in the struggle for Independence of India.
swarnabh-malla-buzarbaruah
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
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