shut forever in a silken blindfold.
Our glory was cut down in stages,
stories of Hindu kings still untold.
Plunderers, pillagers came to loot
and drained away our wealth.
We were kept under the boot,
while nation was sick in health.
Tyrants ruled us in two faces,
the whites and our own brown.
Divided religion and our races
and one was king without a crown.
Some did revolt, some to battles
while some safely lectured at home.
A crownless tyrant's fake prattle
sitting under the parliament dome.
Turn the pages and wipe the dust,
let the young of the future know.
It will take time to scrape the rust
and reveal the fake truth we owe.
Prasenjit©2022
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