It was dark and gloomy 17th century; India's fortunes were on the wane
Mughals, Sultanates, Portuguese, had carved the country writhing in pain
Loot, rape, plunder and pillage; every village was in a state of chafe
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When India in suppliance bent, trembled seeing Abdali's scourge,
From distant Deccan, a gritty and dauntless people did emerge.
While the 'great' Mughals shivered, seeing invincible Durrani's power,
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Sucked in a vortex by fate, I often sit back and think
To how many more nadirs can the life actually sink
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Home they brought our forty six warriors dead
Most carried home after piecing shred by shred
The nation watches in shock and impotent rage
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‘Sic semper tyrannis' said twelve souls brave
Paid back to the neighbour nasty and knave
Traitorous bleeding hearts call it an act of war
Untouched by 40 deaths and a river of gore
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Limericks are poems pithy and punny
Short, terse and always on the money
Some are bawdy and some are neat
The bawdy ones you cannot tweet
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We can't win them all, we may end up losing some
Interim failures shouldn't make you gloomy or glum
Once in a while, we may not be able to hit our goal
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My poetic tribute to Swaraj hero Prataprao Gujar—the trusted Commander-in-Chief (सरनोबत) of Ch. Shivaji Maharaj who, on this day (24th February) , died at the Battle of Nesari while wildly charging (with only six associates) at the large army of Bahlol Khan, whom he had pardoned earlier.
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When Shiva launched his Swaraj fight,
Most heroic struggle that the world ever knew,
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देश के टुकड़े टुकड़े वाले नारे हम जोर शोर से लगाएंगे
बस और ट्रैन हम फूकेंगे पर फासिस्ट आप ही कहलायेंगे
कितना भी आप जोर आजमा लो हम कागज़ नहीं दिखाएंगे
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A rogue nation aspiring to wear a new crown
Turned the entire world totally upside down
A tiny pesky virus which none of us ever sees
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