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Poppy Rusert Jan 2022
Did we ever think,
The air we are breathing, was for someone who was lost?
The people who have died,
For us and this land.
The brave son of India, Who’s never petrified.
They were the gold and platinum, rare on this land
Our head bows to them
The salutes go grand.

One of them was names Subhas,
The man who fought, for us,
And made us think of this land
His words gave us chills, the spines to stand
“ You give me blood, I will give you freedom”
Never would have thought the man hold the capacity to run the soldier from fathom
He fled, to Afghanistan to Italy to Germany to Japan...
In the search for freedom, he came back with an army of thunder.
He was the fire, the true son of ‘Bharat’.
The rage inside of him had burnt down the cage,
The cage where our mother was tied.

The story would go on and on and on
Without any pause,
The story that people Of India already knows,
The more we tell... The more we hear... The more it comes out with something new to learn.

We salute him and the lucky mother,
Who’s pride was never could leave her head.
Thank you for giving us him.
A true leader,
The 'Netaji' of India
“The true man of steel”
The one who inspired and will always still.
Happy birthday Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
Àŧùl Jan 2016
The fabled story about Netaji,
That he survived the crash,
And lived on in INC rule,
Was probably a false trail,
The Gumnaami Baba,
Or The Tashkent Man,
All was probably a myth,
A desperately phony tale.

Because if he actually survived,
He would not have been sitting ducks,
Seeing the nation fall into the ditch of corruption.
Gumnaami Baba: Anonymous Ascetic

Indians or any other well aware people will connect with this one about the Indian freedom fighter 'Netaji' Subhas Chandra Bose.

My HP Poem #1007
©Atul Kaushal

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