Echoes of Netaji

In the heart of India's night,A voice rose, fierce and bright,Netaji, with words that ignite,Spoke of freedom, of our birthright. His speeches, like fire in the dark,Kindled the soul, each sparkA flame of hope, a mission to embark,On a journey to end the colonial mark. Non-violence, his spirit's creed,Yet, in action, he was the need,For a nation to rise, to heedThe call to freedom, to succeed. Spirituality was his guide,In every word, in every stride,His faith in India's pride,A beacon, where freedom would reside. He stirred the thirst for liberty,In every heart, in every tree,From the mountains to the sea,His words set the nation free. A revolution nationwide,With Bose at the helm, we ride,Together, we all decideTo break the chains, to turn the tide. In struggle, his contribution vast,Multifaceted, his legacy cast,A leader, thinker, from the past,His influence forever will last. Netaji, your words still echo here,In every Indian's heart, so clear,For freedom, you fought, you steered,A nation to its destiny, to cheer. Your vision, your dream, still alive,Inspiration for us to strive,For a free India, you did contrive,Netaji, in our hearts, you thrive.