Poets of Freedom

Among the fire lit hearts the words chose the few
To take on the form of fire, purify oneself
And the ones burning with the passion to sing the poetry
The poetry of Freedom!!!

Enslaved by the power, driven by the desire to find riches
They sold the mother country to the brothel house
Forced her into prostitution to make money,
To buy luxurious food, clothing and make castles...

From among the many children born out of labor
Sons of the prostitute is what the ones who sold
And the one who bought called them, The big fat kingdom
Meant to live in shame and slavery...
Rose the band of brothers!

For sons and daughters have forgotten the pain
And the promises made to the mother hiding behind the veil
The Poets of Freedom rose...Singing the songs of Freedom
With eyes as bright as the North Star
Wearing teh cloak of Fire... "Youth"
For a freedom fighter is never too old!

Blaze is what the Poet calls it,
Burning and purifying as they walked with their faces held high
Fixated gaze, for the path they followed had one mission
Freedom!!!

Provoking nightmares during the day and fear during the night
Among the men consumed by power and politics
For the poetry they sang could bring back the dead alive
Make the dead fight... And sing the song of Freedom...

Sons of the prostitute who waged wars within the brothers and sisters
Against the men who were supposed to be fathers
And against the forcefully made fathers
Sons and Daughters whose Death walked in front of their Poems
Bold and Brave till the end...

From among the billion hearts rose the few poets
With the passion to blossom, influence, revolt and die
But the poems they composed... Priceless!

Fought for honor, freedom and the right place in the corrupt world...

"सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल  मैं है!"