interest of youth in freedom in punjabi poem ,essayor story
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Let’s spare a moment
Leaving behind the jobs at hand
Let’s walk through the bustling bazaars
Crossing the history’s narrow lanes
In the vicinity of Golden Temple
Let’s visit an open ground
and bow our heads to this land.
On all four sides
Stand the beaming houses
multi-storeyed
some built with ancient small bricks
some with modern big bricks
On the walls of these houses
Old wounds left by the bullets
Tell us the tale of our struggles.
This flame sculpted from stone
is a mark of the conviction.
The storms of
oppression and wrath
could not extinguish it.
We are sitting
In the mottled shade
of this plant
Our children will
eat its sweet fruit.
On this ground
Our ancestors
Hindus, Sikhs and Muslims
nurtured this plant
with their blood.
The festival of Visakhi became Sakhi, a testimony
On that Sunday afternoon
The mindless ruler
reaped the tyranny and brutality
In no time
harmless, unarmed, innocent
people were put to ground.
But the flame that was lit
in those bodies, never dims down
and in the rain of bullets
the truth is never wounded
the ideals never die.
These are not bullet marks
It is our history
written on the walls of Jallianwala Bagh.
In this ground
flowers nurtured with blood
will bloom every day.
That tree will give a dense shade
Our children
will eat its sweet fruit.