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Freedom
(11 December 1882 - 11 September 1921 / Ettayapuram, Madras Presidency / India)

Freedom

When will this thirst for freedom slake?
When will our love of slavery die?
When will our Mother's fetters break?
When will our tribulations cease?

Wasn't there another Bharat
Reared by our noble Aryan race?
Lead us, Aryan, to victory!
Is't right we remain slaves?

Are famine and disease alone our share?
For whom, then, are the laurels and fruits?
Will you abandon us, your suppliants?
Can the mother cast her child aside?

Brave warrior! Aryan Lord!
Thou destroyer of the demon-race,
Where is your dharma? Isn't yours the duty
To revive us, and chase Fear away?

[Translated into English By S. Prema]

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Comments (16)

Very strongly expressed. I just wonder who Bharat and the Aryan are in fact. We all want freedom: no one wants to be a slave. You are so right in your rhetorical questions.
An exquisitely powerful poem!
My Namaskaram To a great freedom fighter, humanitarian and poet. It’s a pleasure to know more about this great spiritual being. Thank you PoemHunter for bringing his poetry out.
When will this thirst for freedom slake? When will our love of slavery die? ../// great asking
Great invocation for Freedom of Nation indeed!
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