A Patriotic Song Poem by Somali Mukherjee

We are honest, and we are bold,
We will fight, as, we're never old.
We will march, establish our right;
For us, the Sun will shine more bright.

We need no siren, no bugle
From our opponent enemies,
As, none ever can us heckle,
As, none ever can make us cease.

O, come on, reunite once more,
Let us redeem our own country;
Never forget what our land bore
Once; but now only liberty.

Get up, wake up, you all, you all,
Listen to our Country's sweet call.
Let us battle for the freedom;
Mark, never must we feel tiresome.

Mind it that we are who we are:
We're not forgiving for ever;
As, lenience became feeble,
We'll never any more fumble.

Once we were indeed merciful,
But now, we've become malignant;
To our land, we are dutiful
With love, just to fight hand in hand.

Fire us more, but we'll never die,
One blood-drop'll be the breeding ground
Of crores of troops, making you sigh,
Our foes, as you're just full of sound.

Let our blood seethe, let us all bleed,
Still, we'll not leave our holy creed.
We'll rescue her with patriotism,
Resulting in all optimism.