Ye Saviours, dressed in pristine white,
Never fear the sight of blood, flesh and bone,
Do you hold your emotions tight?
Your passion drives you right,
And you care us like our own,
Ye Saviours, dressed in pristine white.
You...
Urge to serve the nation was high
When he saw bodies, blood scatter,
His young age, never did matter,
And a teardrop fell from his eye.
Inquilab Zindabad, his cry,
Motivated the rest to fight,
Always stand up for what...
Your skin, smeared with ink,
Sometimes black, sometimes different hues,
You often make me think,
And wonder what I need to choose.
You are the my link,
To the world of wonder and news,
Your skin, lets me sink,
In you,...
In English we say lost in thoughts
But in poetry…
The moments that cannot be described,
When one goes into a state of eternal bliss or sorrow,
When one takes time to process the present,
Oblivious of what's around...
In English we say, I was bullied
But in poetry …
Laughed upon and scorned
By people who took others for granted.
Physically and verbally they abused,
And… that was endured in silence.
Lest they knew, and probably cared a...
In English we say, I feel lonely,
But in poetry…
I walk in the crowd, still feel something is amiss,
I hear thousands of voices, still my ears don't hear.
I see people in plenty, still my eyes...
Swatantratha* was your aim,
Even if you had to move away from non-violence,
For which Azad Hind Fauj* was your calling.
Your voice lured many, sans gender bias,
To take up arms to free the country.
"Tum mujhe khoon...
Appalled was I when I read their words,
I couldn't make a head or tail out of it,
And words seem to have lost their meaning.
MHROTD, well does this make your day?
Or Many happy returns of...