IN THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER (My father was a freedom fighter who dedicated himself for the independence of the nation and lived for a long time in Gandhi Ashram before 1947) You are there in some page of a book You moved about and stir the wind That moves the flag to sway In each syllable of the anthem During the Independence Day. You fought a long battle for a sun In the land of gloomy clouds, Traversed through places and people Not known to you. They peer and pierced into your heart They stood in large assembly in cracking cold Awoke to a faith deep and perfect A dream in their voice was heard A new nation was born. Many were prison birds Writhing their wings against the bars For a song of freedom, Many more crawled back as corpses Flew to a land unknown in the stream. A paroxysm of grief The death of your brother In prison cell, Strained your eyebrows The burden of the family Hardly to endure. Still you were simple and pure Living for a nation of yours You lost to win A dawn of autumn gold. Now we are tired of a time Spawning our blood In a sea of illusion. We struggle through weak pleadings A difficult moment Dressed in lies and vices Struggling forth to where We don’t know! You had a soft, meek cry Innocently true The road to freedom was not far It was strewn with flowers of truth Though tiny drops of blood Stained his white clothes But an event pure and perfect. A meaningful people you were A boundless struggle of stubborn hearts Infinitely calm, honest and pure In the memory of a small town In the memory of a big nation. Composed and copy right by Rajendra k. padhi
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 11:32:42 +0000
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