We want to dwell on
The ways walked on by the holy
Who give up their lives
For peace and Satyagraha.
We desire to smear
The dust of feet of the altruists
Who lose their lives in jails
For the sake of freedom.
We wish to fade away
In the warm sighs of the labour
Starving without even gruel
And clothes to wear.
We yearn to be trodden
Under the wheels of chariot of freedom
Run by the folks on path Indian
While their victorious cries fill the air.
We intend to turn into
a garland around
the neck of Mother India free
and bloom in her tears of joy.
We find merit in
Blossoming in wind gentle on a dawn
And falling and dying
At the feet of mother compassinate .
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