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Martyrs and My Revolution…

Born in this immense land                                                                                                                                           

Sprinkled with the blood of martyrs, is the enormous land

The sea of hugeness and prideness of this land infinite, pure and chaste

Where blood of brave martyrs and their commitment we find. (1)

Bejeweled with Hill, valley, river, springs, mountain and plains                                                                  

Teaching Ahimsa, Love and Unity to the world

 Edifying the power and strength is this Great Gandhi’s land

Such is the homeland, uniting various religion, culture, language and tradition

Whereby there flows pure Ganges and Yamuna instigating the message of yielding.

But! (2)

Today the condition of this land is blasphemous                                                                                                               

The heart of this motherland is grief stricken and tortured.

It seems the image of brave martyrs getting diminished before thy sight

It seems the bravery and valor of the brave martyrs living out to be only an Oral story

With people paying no heed and veneration (3)

In the name of the homeland trampling thy selfish wish and dream                                                        

A son defying the oddity of his land seems to diminish

Since we find no one to transform the dream of brave martyrs into reality

Absconding Vanity and untruthfulness, embracing thy arms of Truth and reality

We find no one!

The karmic land of the martyrs today has been a chopping board of the meek and poor

Where a raped woman, we find wailing upon thou smell of avarice and sin

Where we find suffering of a juvenile boy upon the famine of hunger and thirst (4)

In this country which instigated and accentuated “Satya Mev Jayate”,                                                                   

It seems the land only being ruled by (Asathya) Untruthfulness

In this holy land where humanity aroused

Shrinking of Humanism is what we find

In order to fulfill the dreams of thy martyrs

Our civilization is need of a warrior (5)

                                                                                                                                                                               

I will borne a revolution and forever be a revolutionist                                                                                  

Shall cleanse away the name of unjust and unfair

Shall put an end to wants of the suffering martyrs

Even, shall wipe the tear of the weeping mother

And continue to erect the wall of truth and mercy. (6)

But my revolution will not be that of guns and bullet                                                                                      

But that of knowledge and intellect

The ideals will not that be of Hitler but shall espouse the morals of Ahimsa

My revolution shall carry and fabricate the inferno of Peace and completeness (7)

My friend now is the time not to scatter and ramble                                                                                      

But a time to join hand in hands and arm with arms

Now the time is not about you and me

But the time is to proclaim our message of courage and guts. (8)

I shall now assert my upheaval and lit the fire of revolution                                                                         

The warmth of the fire shall not heat you but shall provide gust of air

The revolution won’t abide the selfishness and egoism like mine

But shall endow in it the values of serving with pride (9)

If given a chance to meet a valor death during revolution                                                                             

Will, I gladly accept,

And after death a truthful proof of my love towards my land

To Almighty I would at last gladly espoused (10)

… I shall hereof be a revolutionist and shall give birth to a revolution.