Prologue
This spring equinox-
When glorious sun is high;
Plants are in flowers,
And blue clear is the sky.
Sweet showers of march,
Bring blooming daffodils;
Flowers have sprung up,
And the small sparrow sings.
Fragrance is in air;
The most thrilling fair breeze,
Makes it delightful-
And blossoms all the trees.
Nation is a mass,
Of blooms and grass dense,
Glows with v'rnal colors;
And a rigid violence.
Stanzas
Tempestous revolts,
Are gaining momentum;
Violence is at peak,
And peace is at bottom.
Country is engulf'd,
In the flames of passion;
Inormous thunders,
Bloodshed, liberation.
In midst o' these revolts,
I lay in the prison;
To forty-fifth day-
Day of my ex'cution.
Under this gold sky,
Beside this silent sea-
But I, BHAGAT SINGH,
Like a cat will not flee.
I stand with tied hands;
Like a pard I stand here;
Prepared to accept,
By Britishers my bier.
Ribbons of blue waves
Seem to leap out from sea;
Glowing sun in sky,
He says good-bye to me.
The Hyena foemen,
Are robed in scarlet coats-
Butress my blood-lust,
Butress me to devote.
As sun glares from sky;
The blood thirsty men i' glee,
Cast an ex'crable,
Aggressive glance at me.
I heed not at all,
I'll linger on and on;
Until my strength, my,
Soul and my self has gone.
The dusk at last falls-
It's the last dusk of mine;
Sea's of night color,
Sky's the color o' wine.
I salute my flag,
And my dear motherland;
I feel a glow o' pride
To be where I now stand.
My thunderous cry-
"Inquilab Zindabad",
Breaks the silence o' sea,
Here in the dusk blood clad.
Epilogue
Years hence when bright sun,
And the thrilling fair breeze;
And sweet show'rs of March,
Will blossom all the trees...
The sky will be clear,
And fragrance in the air;
In nation of ours,
Peace will be everywhere.
I may not be there,
But I pray to God that-
No fierce conflicts,
Should make anyone sad.
My beloved nation-
I owe my life to you;
I die for your sake,
And lived my life for you.
beautiful piece
Great ballad content moving Dramatic poetry. "Nation is a mass, Of blooms and grass dense, Glows with v'rnal colors; And a rigid violence" Great form, Great meter, Great poetry. I love this poem.
WoW! This is very nice. A beautiful poem. Your words evoke ssuch powerful images. Well written poem. I can only begin to imagine.
Shilpa, This poem really picked me up and placed me in it. I love the way it flows. Your pride and admiration truly shows through.
Shilpa, What a remarkable, well written epic and tribute to someone whom I take, you admired very much. You are full of strong emotion. Thank you for sharing. Linda