Where the heart was full of love and pride
and the mind was born to be free -
A blooming witness whose tears have dried
and have seen untold sadistic spree.
Love for the motherland was then a crime
and thus they were brought and kept -
A horde of patriots in their very prime
never to return thus here for ever slept.
Screams and wails echoed thru' the walls
and the ground and sky heard the same -
Whips and boots sounded in the halls
but oozing blood and agony tho' couldn't tame.
They ripped till the bone but not the soul
and the idea and fervour was on rise -
Patriots hanged but on whites it took a toll
as martyrdom for freedom was no surprise.
As tidal waves lash onto rocky shore
and make a thunderous gallant sound -
The bloody lashes of whites went for more,
the end of savagery, nowhere to be found.
As tears, waves, lashes, curses with time fell
and the cells witnessed an ungodly dark age -
My roots ached to stop, the dry leaves cud' tell;
I wanted to drop the curtains of this stage.
While others fell I survived my fateful ground
only to see the horror unfold before my eyes -
Some to gallows, sea and some never found;
On lifeless bodies I saw a new era arise.
I'm the giant of those olden dark days
who saw the 'right to freedom' in chains -
Faith and sacrifice in time surely pays,
we are now free but their shackle remains...
Prasenjit©2023
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