The Uprising

the fight for an indpendent india took 90 years to acheive, the wakeup call was sung by its poets, kings, soldiers, merchants and common man and this is from one who tastes it today.

Let freedom reign the skies of every nation & mind
tire not fighting the restless days and anxious nights
to the warrior, even blade of grass is a knife

Let words become daggars, your looks fire
your obediance is their victory, your silence is your betrayal
to the strategist, every moment is his weapon

Let the waves rise, to awaken the ocean of courage within
Let the ground rise, to tremble every advancement of your enemy
to the patriot, his land not heaven is paradise

Let not your family shed tear for the blood you shed
let your sins be washed by blood and purified in your death
to the loved ones, the land and its men are their family

Let your minds ignite, not catridges, for this is power
your body is your armour, for it is the very land you're fighting to protect
to the wounded, pain is about overcoming not suffering

Let your flags and temple bells, dance and sing this freedom
clanging bells of elephants, horse footsteps seems to join the celeberation
to the victor, failure is not fatal nor final

Let deafening thunder from clouds & blinding flashes of lightning begin!
Sing the conch of your soul and beat the drums of your heart to victory
to the enemies, be both strength and stealth

good times are ahead, forget not the bad ones, so not to repeat
the stake of this war is not win or lose but your dignity
to the proud, you are about to make history

See the dream, stay in reality, sway between them
the moment is here, the mission is clear, you are it's men
to the glory, in praise is this written