I winced in pain and agony,
As their whips slashed me.

With bruises all over me,
With their cruel torture running free,
Hindustan under their hands,
To be a victim of their commands.

I lay in the cell battered and beaten,
The raw anger heaten.
I strained my ears,
To faintly hear,
A buzzing sound,
All around.

The sound amplified,
As people cried,
For their birthright,
For their swaraj right!

Until it was crystal clear,
'Jai Bharat Mathe!' ringing in my ears.
I felt t a surge of confidence,
At the hint of future independence.

The revolutionaries battled,
The foundation of the British rattled.
As Bhagat Singh roared, 'Inquilab Zindabad!'
With parternership of Chandrashekhar Azad.

The peaceful Mahathma Gandhi,
Lead the March of Dandi,
Without a moment of halt,
To create our own tax free salt.

Bose broke away from methods of Bapuji,
As he paved out his own way:
The Azad Hind Fauj came into play,
Under the leadership of the heroic Netaji!

As the nightingale of India sung,
In the air the rich patriotism hung,
As Tagore's works rose deshbhakti,
The people united and displayed shakti.

Today as we relish in the patriotism,
We still stand united digitally, be it Hinduism,
Jain, Sikh, Christianity, Islam or any other religion.
We categorize none,
But stand as one!

Thank you for reading this and Happy Independence Day!!!🇮🇳