The boundless ferocity of rule
Erupted volcano in veins,
The slept rose to the horizon of strength
And rest is our independent gain.
The berserk emotion for our asthore earth
Had not been for fractions,
The prolonged reins of our ancestors
Never fright it to be dearth,
The roar of few enthralled many,
The sea of perseverance enlighten hearts,
Outcome was bond and togetherness
And obvious the end of great tyranny.
Remembrance depicts their deeds and thus is affinity,
The signifying red flow was not for a piece but for dignity.
Sacrifical deeds brought a shine,
the soil marks those divines,
Independence is a fiesta,
Present is present life of divinity,
It acknowledged me, a fellow
Independence too has sovereignty.
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