1947 approached like
a spell from a wand
and the hearts of Indians
once again swelled with glee.
At long last
the martyres were worshipped
and British Officials got kicked.
It was the night
of "Kranti",
of revolution,
of the birth
of a new India.
As the new India was disinfected
of the white rodents,
the pure hearts of 'Indians'
were swelled with pride.
This golden sparrow
finally flew free
of its white clutches
and began a new life...
As the Indians breathed
in the air of freedom once more,
the skies heard only one Chant
issuing from the South of Asia,
"MERA BHARAT MAHAAN!"
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A poem for all Indians
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