I was just pale and felt embaressed,
Seeing my national flag falling
A gun with 4 bullets just was useless
Because my hands seemed to be pair less
I thought “Why not let’s try?”
And the answer flowed “no need to try?”
I saw myself red in color
But somewhere I had alive the tricolor
I got the order “pull that flag down”
And my hands trembling pulled my gun down
I aimed it high into the sky
And shot the officer who made my INDIA cry.
A sense of relief ran down me
And the dead British I could clearly see
3 bullets penetrated through me
And I died painlessly
Because I had proved myself a true INDIAN to be.
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