To The Freedom Fighters Poem by Trailakya Roy

O fighters, where are you all?
Awake again with your clarion call,
For real freedom of this land,
To move towards hands in hand.

O the fighters, awake and raise yours voice
Like a thunder upon the mass and stop all noise,
What you dreamt of and what we see!
Hunger, injustice and riots... infront of thee.
You cannot stand still like a stone,
Come again, with all might that you shone.
Your dreams are dying as days pass,
Became foul and rotten to the mass.
Leaders born- all are fake,
They do all for their sake,
Loot money, do injustice and what not!
Live a luxury and travel a lot.
Here we poor mass cry for food,
There they do all what seem good.
We have none to hear our voice,
Fruitless all cries, die our noise.
We dream of you in summer like a rain,
O saviours of the land, come again.