Soldiers- The Pride of Our Nation

Their faces were etched with despair, 

As the first rays of light woke them up;

Another day of toiling

‘Neath the scorching sun,

With hardly a proper meal, 

And the Brits shouting mercilessly. 

They’d go back home,

To little, cramped rooms,

With empty stomachs,

Worn out hands and feet,

Only to wake up the next morning,

And go through the torment again. 

Is this the life we are to forever live?

Slaving away all day,

Under the control of a foreign ruler, 

Is there no hope in this cruel world? 

Once, a soldier told another,

About the miserable lives they led,

Slowly, everyone voiced their concerns,

And a little revolt broke out.

The soldiers protested loudly,

In groups of many a number,

They were held down by the British guns,

But had shaken the base of the foreign regime.

Our voices have now been heard,

They might try to silence us,

But we have sown the seeds of revolution,

And we shall rise again.

Riots broke out throughout the nation,

Soldiers proudly marched with the tricolor flag,

Their lives were on a precipice,

Yet they worked selflessly for our nation.

They marched for hours,

And bravely fought for justice,

To get back our India.

At last, on the 15th of August, 1947, 

We broke free from the British,

And were granted freedom and independence.

Finally our nation belongs to us,

After years of struggling for freedom,

But we shall continue to fight for Her,

For, we are the sons of the soil.

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