Temples, idols, flowers, and Sun
There was a time when India was the golden one
Long ago, but not in a distant land
This tale is of the country which was once called the Golden Bird.
Centuries past, when forts spread vast
Merchants galore, with bangles and earrings hanging from a cart
Civilizations grew, but not too far
Rich capitals and even richer kings, about whom were created lores
But all that came to a pause when the Whites docked their ships upon the shores
Torment and torture and tyranny spread wide
Houses were burnt and children cried
The Battle of Buxar, the Battle of Plassey
No one knew for sure now, as blurred were the lines
Torment of the East spread to the West, and then everywhere
The East India Company had started the British phase
Rulers forfeited, heroes disappeared
Will there be anyone who would save them from this craze?
They fought, they rebelled, but the radicals were held
They struck, they tried, anyone who opposed died
Udham Singh served revenge on a cold platter
Bose versus the British, so went the matter
Gandhi took the path to peace
Naoroji served the sermons
Awaiting the time to make their move,
The citizens slowly sparked the fire.
Riots happened, protests were held
And into the freedom movement, the citizens delved.
Modern buildings and Indigo farms
Were destroyed by ammunition and arms
The Revolt of 1857, brought upon a new age
No longer did anyone tolerate the rage
The British crowd control failed, but Indians did not
Onwards, they marched, towards a new dawn
Gone was the darkness which came with the East India Company’s tyranny
A new hope emerged in the light of a new day
The Whites were weakened in the World War Two
The path to freedom opened anew
Meetings were held, parties were formed
A brand new era was about to begin
Negotiations happened and peace was restored
This was the tale of the country which was once called the Golden Bird
-Tarini