Kala Pani
Kala Pani
A journey that lasted for days
revolutionary made their way.
Towards an island isolated,
Where azure water waited.
But shores resonated account
Of horrors there to be found…
Torture, hunger, loneliness
filled their life,
Where freedom fighters like slave,
in cellular jail did strive.
Hours of tortuous work
in ferocious sun,
Being whipped for water
made them stun.
Spirit of revolutionary they tried to break
Making their confidence shake.
The wearisome bodies were denied rest,
Sinister punishment brought more stress.
Days were monotonous and long,
Draining their energy strong.
The little cell had no view,
Neither any escape route they knew.
Arduous labour was rewarded
With evening shackled.
In solitary confinement
Where vehemence they tackled.
The mute witness now tells
In solitude, stories of hell!
Black were labelled the shore
Resonating horrors in galore.
Oh, why I see there tourist laugh?
Have they forgotten
The horrors of the British Raj?