Freedom Fighters...
When times were cold, they were like the fire in a hearth,
Protected India, to honour her birth.
A mother she was, all her children she cherished,
Children we were, we helped her to banish,
The cruel ones who made her culture famish.
Now she flows free,
In her robes of saffron, white and green,
She has achieved her enduring dream
And she stands on every map looking serene,
And now, the sun is shining, casting dancing beams
That through the fighter’s eyes was never seen.
When times were cold, they were like the fire in a hearth,
Protected India, to honour her birth.
A mother she was, all her children she cherished,
Children we were, we helped her to banish,
The cruel ones who made her culture famish.
Now she flows free,
In her robes of saffron, white and green,
She has achieved her enduring dream
And she stands on every map looking serene,
And now, the sun is shining, casting dancing beams
That through the fighter’s eyes was never seen.
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