Subhash was born with a fearless flame,
Freedom and courage were his aim,
His words were strong, his heart was bold,
A story of fire must be told.
He spoke to crowds with shining eyes,
"India will live, the empire dies! "
"Give me your blood, " he proudly said,
"And I'll give freedom, " Netaji pled.
His path was hard, his road was new,
Not peace alone—he fought it through,
While Gandhi chose the truth and plea,
Bose chose strength for liberty.
He crossed the seas, both far and wide,
To seek the help he was denied,
From lands unknown, through storm and sun,
His mission strong—till freedom won.
In eastern lands his dream grew fast,
An army rose from chains of past,
Azad Hind Fauj stood tall and brave,
With marching feet the fearless wave.
From hills and paths of India's gate,
He marched to change the nation's fate,
Through hope, through risk, through darkened skies,
A hero walked, no fear in eyes.
His end is wrapped in secret flame,
The world still whispers Netaji's name,
For those who burn for freedom's cause,
Never fade—they live as laws.
So children learn and hearts ignite,
From Netaji's undying fight,
For freedom needs both mind and soul,
And courage makes the nation whole.
By Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India
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