When the hopes flew away,
We were left astray,
In the darkness of the british-rule,
A boy was born in the late 90s,
To give a strong reply to britishers,
For ruling us all.
He was gonna climb up a tower so tall,
He stood up to challenge them and told us that you give me blood, I will give you freedom.
For the freedom he wanted he gave up his life,
but still he fought and climbed the tower which seemed so tall.
We still remember the words he said were more that gold like “It is blood alone that can pay the price of freedom” and “No real change in history has ever been achived by discussion.”
His powerful quotes and the deadly notes from his story,
His confidence of winning and shinning,
The hope he generated in people
and the guts of him,
Made gandhi ji call Him “Netaji”.
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