If only I could bring a change

With courage flashing in their eyes

When they walked with their heads held high, 

The storm which came used to stir the river of patriotism, 

Engulfing the colonials. 

Non-violence leading the race, 

And young blood joining the chase, 

Such was the dream of freedom. 

But after so many years of achieving that milestone, 

Not much has changed

Except that, we consider reminiscing the

Glorious journey just a passe tradition

Patriotism for us has become just a thing of a day or two

After that people don't mind 

Even if the Tiranga is under the sole of their shoe

Was this the day for which

Our freedom fighters welcomed Independent Hindustan

Through their blood-and-flesh-made bridge? 

Our education has climbed the stairs

But waning morality has become a nightmare

Better were those people in the period with taboos

Who still gave their best with all the might they could use

I wish I could somehow transpose myself in the time of our heroes, our freedom fighters

And work on to intervene these breaches going to occur later

And I would to unite those scattered attempts of brave hearts

And work with Netaji

To seek freedom the other way round

Which was in the Gandhian era

Just valued as a silhouette. 

Because even while pursuing non-violence

The brave souls died while actually fighting for freedom

Due to a lack of unity

And was somewhere forgotten

In the history dominated by the rich men and Mughals

But their sacrifices count too.