"AS I ROSE AGAIN" ~ANOMITRA SARKAR

 As I Rose Again


Poem-



Slashes of head and wrinkles
And as they burn in agony
And when ye'all 
Flowin' with the withered whisk of blood
Signalling that silver tint of night
You slumbered on tears and sorrow.

For that ev'ry mother born
For that ev'ry bale lies 
For that cast of millions and millions of chains
And as it fell down of rust,
It took the gore smile away,
And as the gnarled hand of fate wrestled back in, 
they rose again.

And as for those hundred hands 
For those whom ev'ry night that got away
Clamped'em with those blood red hands
And on that day, as I rose again


by - Anomitra Sarkar


Message by the Poet-

A poem on the freedom struggle of independence day, hope you like it.

Once a great soul said, 
"Let your country and unity be your biggest power."
Location: BDI Sunsine City, Bhiwadi, Rajasthan 301019, India

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