Raghavendra Kumar Tripathi ‘Raghav’–
In the land of India, a soul did rise,
A young rebel with fire in his eyes.
Chandrashekhar Azad was his name,
But ‘Azad’ his spirit, forever aflame.
Against the British, he took stand,
In his brave heart, a cause so grand.
Jallianwala Bagh left its mark,
He knew then, guns must embark.
In Jhabara’s tribal realm he thrived,
Archery and marksmanship, skills derived.
With each chance, his passion grew,
To free his land, he would pursue.
A devoted fighter for India’s quest,
Among fighters, he was the best.
He was Krantiguru, the man of fame,
He was Chandrashekhar Tiwari by name.
“We’ll face the bullets,” he boldly said,
With a smile, he’d face what lay ahead.
To British rule, he’d never bend,
His freedom spirit, till the end.
When he born July twenty-third was day,
In Bhavra village, where he’d play.
Originally from Badarka’s soil,
His family moved, with dreams to coil.
At a tender age, he stood his ground,
In Gandhi’s movement, he was found.
Arrested, but he didn’t sway,
Before the judge, he have his say.
In the face of torment, he stood tall,
“I am Azad!” he declared with a call.
A rebel’s soul, unyielding and strong,
Defiant spirit, against all wrong.
Fifteen lashes upon his back,
Yet he bore the pain, no courage lack.
With each cruel strike, his spirit soared,
In the darkest moments, hope was restored.
“Victory!” he’d cry, his heart unswayed,
Through trials and tribulations, he stayed.
For in his defiance, a hero was made,
A symbol of resilience, undismayed.
To Allahabad, he’d journeyed far,
To save his comrades, shining star.
But a traitor’s heart betrayed his plan,
Informing the British, his life’s span.
In Alfred Park, surrounded, alone,
Yet he faced them all, like solid stone.
Refusing to surrender, he’d fight,
For freedom’s cause, with all his might.
On date February twenty-seven’s eve,
He immortalized, his name would weave.
The British government, silent and cold,
No honors for the brave and bold.
The British denied his last rite’s decree,
But the people knew, a legend was set free.
Streets flooded with sorrow, grief profound,
A nation in reverence, his memory crowned.
His legacy lives on, forever bright,
In every Indian heart, a guiding light.
Chandrashekhar Azad, the brave and true,
We owe our freedom, in part to you.
