Their Martyrdom - Our Freedom
It is
us enjoying the freedom,
At the
cost of their martyrdom.
They
fought till they had naught,
It was
freedom that they sought.
Being
independent,
We
forget, on whom we were dependent.
Bullets
wounded them
But the
hope of independence served as their helm.
It was
finally fifteenth of August,
When
India became free of the imperialistic curse.
The
martyrs' wishes were fulfilled.
The
wounds on India's freedom were healed.
Finally,
the Tiranga was swung,
It was
a breeze like a breath of India's own lungs.
It was
then that we had an identity of our own
As it
was the martyrs by whom the seeds of freedom were sown.
So on
this prosperous day let us remember those
To whom
the credit of independence goes.
JAI HIND!
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