War broke: with the deadly winter of the land,
With freezing, ghastly, darkness engulfs in.
The horrible hurricane, holed at Lahore grim,
But spread over all the minds of world wind,
Halting the cruise of progress. Rent or curled,
Are all talents ensigns. Poetry moans. Now begin
Hate of thoughts and feelings. Love lore thin.
The little bit of human mind decayed, down-hurled.
In Delhi, spring was delayed and joys fleece,
And guns and canons blazed their fire at Dhaka dome,
Braves softly told dear ones at home,
Not to fear enemy rage, and valor with all increase.
But now, for us, tame wild enemy, and the need
Of sowing for new Spring, for a free nation’s seed.
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