• dawningdusk 6w

    A seed sown is a rebellion won
    In the ruins of India's dawn
    Let them shadow the paths of tricolor beetles
    But tell them about the fierce flames of melting metal.

    How can they, when a flag staged at top, put that down
    Those tyrants for a moment shall last,
    But cannot pull the crown
    Such hands birth ne'er and neither will they,
    But hands of perched resistence blesses a creation and makes a way.

    The clock's hand changes and turns into a boon,
    The tyrant's rule is over and is shown the face of moon.

    At the departure broadcast in the crimson,
    A seed sown is a rebellion won!
    A seed sown is a rebellion won!
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