Fall
/ode to the Indian revolutionary, Bhagat Singh/
the tree undresses itself, slowly
and prepares to wear a yellow turban
The wind whispers to the tree
that the turban is
of a patriot from Hindostan,
the land of spices.
The turban, belonged to an atheist;
he found freedom in a prison and joy in death.
the wind sings aloud the praises of a man whose bride was freedom;
Just that he never married her
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