We Indians and our India, <br />Had a bitter history, <br />Filled with the pain, <br />And sacrifices in majority, <br /> <br />This made us Indians mainstay, <br />For every minute and every day, <br />The British were the one, <br />Who exposed us and froze, <br /> <br />But thanks to those, <br />As they stand against all those, <br />Every neuron was scolded, <br />We spent our lives on bent knees, <br />And hands folded, <br /> <br />Nepron were also in crises, <br />All pains were above there premises, <br />Always criticizing and emphases, <br />With every pulse rate distress, <br /> <br />Knocking the door of disaster, <br />And inviting the freedom faster, <br />Every mind started breaking restriction, <br />And putting their force and friction, <br /> <br />For there right and justification, <br />Not with the hope of emphasis, <br />But still included humanity, <br />They start enhancing themselves, <br /> <br />With some in doom, <br />And some dead people in hands, <br />Jut for our rights and freedom, <br />We had to sacrifice our loving lump.<br /><br />simran arora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-wisdom/
