Swayama Sengupta
A tale of blood and honour
A tale of blood and honour retold,
Earning glory as unstained as gold.
As silence weeps and voices croak,
Centuries later a nation awoke.
No bullies to stand or bullets to bear
As chests lay for deaths to appear.
Let us thank those precious lives,
The pride of us, mothers and wives.
For they helped see a morn so free:
A blue sky with stripes of three.