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Vidyalakshmi Iyer

Children Stories Classics Others


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Vidyalakshmi Iyer

Children Stories Classics Others


Ambedkar

Ambedkar

2 mins 11.8K 2 mins 11.8K

 The day he was born 

His vibrant eyes shone in the fire.

To serve his mother 

From the rally of pain.


The more he lived, 

The more he strived,

The more he became basic

To tackle the tyranny of aristocracy.


He was a lustrous boy,

Full of dreams perdurable. 

His dreams reflected the joy 

Besides the vulnerable. 


The day he stepped inside his school,

He was conscribed for his social order.

But, nothing could take him away from his goal.

His dreams gave him solidity to his fervour.


He was made to sit outside the class

On the dusted floor of his torment.

Those gifted grains of his agony Alas!

Turned out to be the ebony, great!


Miles apart from the racism 

He went to pursue his education.

Came back, with all the patriotism

To protest against the colonisation.


He raised his voice against the vices,

Questioned the socially biased.

He stood steadily with his beliefs -

Among the mass reclused.


His books in the sand of sacs 

Turned to the lines of the constitution.

The very critic of his own religion 

But an avid reader of all the texts.


A real leader needs no descendents, 

He walked independently,

Talked fearlessly,

For the beautiful horizon of Indians.


The braveheart chose to free himself

From the constraints of invisible God, 

To the eyes of godliness on Earth -

Following the peace of Buddha.


He lives in bravery, 

He serves through his martyrdom.

He remains here in this brown earth

As the human of righteousness.


Down to the valley, his sound roars;

In the blood of youths!

The savour of his catacomb

Spreads the eternity.



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