Constant struggle, constant fights,
Deprived of their natural birthrights.
A prayer escape those quivering lips,
Yearning for destiny's eclipse.
Labored days, sleepless nights,
Hoping for sunrise, shining bright.

Craving to breathe in freedom,
Determined to shatter the British Kingdom.
Eyes filled with unwavering agony,
Dreaming of a future with boundless harmony.
Scouring for British Raj's downfall,
Like uncemented bricks in an absolute fall.

Bloodshed became an easy affair,
Troops embarked on Guerrilla warfare.
Fighting boldly against injustice,
Standing in front of the fiery furnace.
Amidst the freedom-ridden passionate roars,
They became heroes of India's victory war.


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