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She Died Like A Martyr’s Gun
She Died Like A Martyr’s Gun
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As the heart was pricked with patriotism
As the showers of insults humiliated the soul
Kanaklata, the name, was born
For the next revolution, the next reform.
Clad with the whites of khadi “mekhela- chadar”
She moved with the airs of storm
A young Assamese beauty of twenty two springs
Her courage spread as an eagle’s wings.
A shared name all loved to take
An example of feminine courage
Often pampered for being young
She stood firm for freedom.
When the cowards of the Queen’s country couldn’t defeat
The brave warriors of free India were shot
With the tricolor proudly swaying in the air
She lay beneath, bloodied and later with pride upon the pyre!
