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!