(A poem dedicated to Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose)
- Rachit G Bhavsar
Skies of my nation and the vibrant sea waves,
Echo that vibrant roar hearing which a Nation awoke.
Rising sun every morning bends and bows ,
To a soul who healed a mother's wounds.
March to Delhi his clarion call ,
Millions up to surrender all.
Grandeur of my nation in his visionary eyes ,
Enough to trample a mountain tall .
Enemies of an empire bent their heads ,
In reverence and respect for a nation's cause ,
Mighty winds of divide and rule,
Could not shake his resolve sky like tall.
Every inch of my motherland be it high or lows,
Heard his clarion call vibrant yet so sweet,
A hero for whom millions gave their blood and soul,
Etched in golden letters in India:s very core.
Prisons of Burma and enemy's ruthless ways,
Couldn't diminish within him Vivekananda's fiery faith ,
He stood like a rock admist the tides and storms,
Like a lion in the enemy's den.
A nation stands on the goodness of its men,
Stand up O heroes up on your toes,
We have to traverse miles and miles,
To take India to its rightful place.
I bow in reverence with my head high with pride,
To the fire that lit a million souls still continues to shine,
The word India in his sweet souled voice,
Vibrates in my heart day and night.
