Written by Rudranjan Dasgupta
Grade 5E, CBSE
Treamis World School
There was a time when our motherland was not free,
We were forced to bow to the British on our knees.
Many died to save the nation,
They fought with courage and dedication.
Thousands were jailed, thousands were beaten, thousands laid down their lives,
Freedom did not come cheaply; it was earned through sacrifice.
“Swaraj is my birthright,” Tilak cried,
Through thick and thin, they fearlessly tried.
Gandhi gave the call, “Do or Die,”
Millions united, keeping their spirits high.
“Inquilab Zindabad,” scripted Bhagat Singh,
He fought with courageous might in the battle ring.
“Give me blood, and I will give you freedom,”
Netaji hollered, ruling over the British kingdom.
“Vande Mataram!” echoed in the air,
The war ended with a nation’s prayer.
Together they fought, brave and true,
For India’s freedom, for me and you.
We were forced to bow to the British on our knees.
Many died to save the nation,
They fought with courage and dedication.
Thousands were jailed, thousands were beaten, thousands laid down their lives,
Freedom did not come cheaply; it was earned through sacrifice.
“Swaraj is my birthright,” Tilak cried,
Through thick and thin, they fearlessly tried.
Gandhi gave the call, “Do or Die,”
Millions united, keeping their spirits high.
“Inquilab Zindabad,” scripted Bhagat Singh,
He fought with courageous might in the battle ring.
“Give me blood, and I will give you freedom,”
Netaji hollered, ruling over the British kingdom.
“Vande Mataram!” echoed in the air,
The war ended with a nation’s prayer.
Together they fought, brave and true,
For India’s freedom, for me and you.
