INDIAN - Poem by DILS Debojyoti Sinha

INDIAN

 - DILS Debojyoti Sinha -

(Published in N.E. SUN, March 26 - April 01, 1994)   

  

When I die do not get me buried Burn me to ashes to make some tars. With great shock I see The rage, the anger, the frustration The sense of deprivation Spread on the highway like a zabra-cross “We are not Indians” What promoted them to say so? Oh! the guardians of the Nation Heal them or kill me! And whin I die oh! my friends Do not get me buried Burn me to ashes to make some tars. I’ll spread on your way to success I’ll inspire you a brave fight I’ll lick only the word ‘not’ To make you proudly proclaim “We are Indians” And when I die Do not get me buried... *****

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