It was night
The noose was tight
With all their might
and towering height
Some were right
Under the White
Some were Left
With their own Light
The old man was quiet
Though he might...
He was bright
with his write .
Great.
It was their right
now everyone's right
It was not a slight
but a giant Fight
From a leap to a flight,
When the light lit
No one was left
Neither Bhagath nor Bose
Again, it was night...
The noose was made lite
For some great Knights
Quite quietly , 1947.
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