Netaji's Ode

In the cradle of Bengal, a warrior was born, Subhash Chandra Bose, the dawn of a new morn. His spirit fierce, with courage as his cloak, To break the chains, freedom he spoke. Service was his creed, in every step he took, For the oppressed, the weak, he forsook The comfort of peace, for a battle to wage, Against the empire, on history's stage. Struggle was his path, his life a testament, To the will unbroken, by oppression bent. From the shadows of cells to the light of war, He rallied hearts, from near and far. Spirituality, his inner guide, A light in darkness, where many hide. He drew from Swami Vivekananda's might, Found strength in yoga, in the darkest night. Charity flowed from his very core, To uplift the nation, the poor he adored. He gave not just words, but actions profound, With every move, freedom's ground he found. Through the jungles of struggle, his voice did echo, "Give me blood, and I shall give you freedom," his motto. The Azad Hind Fauj, his dream, his pride, Marched to the tune of liberty's tide. From the shores of Andaman to distant lands, His legend grew, with martyr's hands, He touched the hearts, ignited the fight, For indepe