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Abira Das

Children Stories Drama Others

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Abira Das

Children Stories Drama Others

Hero

Hero

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The world was looking for a hero

And heroes come in all forms

Some wear round spectacles and

Look frail, clad in a white lion cloth

With their stick, they lead the trail

Their beady eyes shine with hope

They take action while others mope

They dream while others snore

They are real, no folklore


A hero was born

While freedom was dying

He had sworn to dry the tears

Of those whom he had seen crying

He pledged to see his people alive

Even if it would take all that he had to give


Prophet among men, he was called

His silence was his protest,

As into jail, he was hauled

Like a dove, he was the harbinger of peace

His wisdom could not be contained in seven seas


And I could go on about his feats

Or how he shone like the light filtering

Through a canopy of trees

Or how the smiles of his countrymen

When they saw him,

Could put the stars to shame

But that would not be needed

As heroes are not proclaimed, they are made

And he was a Hero.


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