Author: Kavyaa Turakhia, Class VIII C
When the sun got blind,
There was no sunshine,
No ray of hope,
Oh! the end of time.
People enslaved for 200 years,
Hoping for some musketeers,
Not to fight for the British,
But for their rule to finish.
To free the people of India from tyranny
Of the East India Company,
Who slaughtered and ruled,
It was time they got overruled.
To show the power of the Indian soil,
worshipped by the farmers,
brought us up,
made with guilt, regret and blood.
The world we live in now was never the same,
The British had to be tamed.
With thousands of armours,
Made with valor and hot blood.
Yes! It was the time to kick these foreigners.
The soil which is now beautiful and fertile,
Was before in a state of turmoil.
We think it is made with rocks and stones,
Its actual constituents, spears, blood, tears and moans.
It had to face a lot of difficulty,
To make the future live liberally.
Millions of people gave their lives away,
To make the world what it is today.
India-a country with innumerable power,
The love and pride of all.
The cheer of the army,
The celebration of a victory,
The happiness after winning the Olympics,
The future of all.
