Ambedkar2 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,
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.