A Poem By – Moubani Sorcar Famous Actress & Dancer.
Filled with national pride are we,
Then let the differences be,
In the young impressionable mind,
Let us teach compassion and measures to be kind,
As the saffron in an orange and it’s rind,
Freedom is an anecdote blossoming out of our own kind,
We are not guests in our own home,
But as the valiant Netaji left his own,
To unite and make us an Indian,
Sleepless should our nights be because of the sacrifice,
On the blood of thousands lay our freedom,
It was the British who came to our country for spice,
We as peaceful souls have forgiven thrice,
That we have spilt blood of our fore fathers and country men,
He treated women as a powerful beings as Devi Durga’s pen,
Now, must not we learn to respect our own kingdom?
On the 23rd of January, the great soul – Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose.
Is a spirit to endorse, ignite and flourish as being close,
A true Bengali who is a greater Indian leader,
United we stand, in His memory of growing measure.
His birthday to be remembered every day as a national treasure.
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