A poem written on great memory.
Pic source-Wikipedia
STILL SHINE THE ARROWS OF BIRSA
Still shine the arrows of Birsa
Inside the jungle
Which were used
For Swaraj, Liberty, Freedom…
Still breathes the air
Of hope
And war
Which He spread over centuries before,
The man
Of humans He was,
He was the leader
Of Chottanagpur…
The religion
Of religions He was,
And the God
Of thousand gods,
The definition
Of real Hero He was,
Yes, He was the sharpest arrow,
And yet He is…
Still He is bright in the Jungle
For us, to fight against the Eclipses…
Yes, still shine the arrows of Birsa
Which today’s society must throw…
totons@ 02/12/18

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