Freedom

For the sake of freedom, 

she was a brave man 

who sacrificed 

herself smilingly, 

at least bow your head. 

Light the lamp of memory, 

remove the 

mist of memories, 

tears to the 

queen of Jhansi, 

offer your studies 

to regret that 

we forgot those 

tricks of strangers, 

our blood used to drink, 

at least tell the story 

of the horse ride, 

the blows of the 

sword made the 

blacks die, 

Offer flowers, 

you are the 

queen of Jhansi, 

you jumped as 

Durga of Mother India, 

sprouted in the 

mind when you were 

called the mother, 

she became a 

brave worshiper 

when she was childish, 

called Bharti; 

Sheesh to nawaiye 

aazadi alakh, 

the chest also 

caught fire, 

lifted the shamshir, 

show your devotion.