Three men

/an ode to Bhagat Singh on his birth anniversary/

They wrap death as their headgear,
Even Yama weeps at their willful gait
when marching on a carpet of will, grit
For a nation, their death doesn't seem fit

The deathly noose reluctantly tightened;
their stubborn, proud heads hanged low
fierce in their revolt; in their rebuke, kind,
What a fine example of the human mind!




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