In The Memory Of My Father Poem by Rajendra padhi

IN THE MEMORY OF MY FATHER
You are there in some page of a book
You move about and stir the wind
That moves the flag to sway
In each syllable of the anthem
During the Independence Day.

You fought a long battle for a sun
In the land of gloomy clouds,
Traversed through places and people
Not known to you.
They peer and pierced into your heart
They stood in large assembly in cracking cold
Awoke to a faith deep and perfect
A dream in their voice was heard
A new nation was born.

Many were prison birds
Writhing their wings against the bars
For a song of freedom,
Many more crawled back as corpses
Flew to a land unknown in the stream.

A paroxysm of grief
The death of your brother
In prison cell,
Strained your eyebrows
The burden of the family
Hardly to endure.

Still you were simple and pure
Living for a nation of yours
You lost to win
A dawn of autumn gold.

Now we are tired of a time
spawning our blood
In a sea of illusion.
We struggle through weak pleadings
A difficult moment
Dressed in lies and vices
Struggling forth to where
We don’t know!

You had a soft, meek cry
Innocently true
The road to freedom was not far
It was strewn with flowers of truth
Though tiny drops of blood
Stained his white clothes
But an event pure and perfect.

A meaningful people you were
A boundless struggle of stubborn hearts
Infinitely calm, honest and pure
In the memory of a small town
In the memory of a big nation.