Eminent are those men!

The room was small, with a bad smell,
With an age old lamp giving poor light.
A good looking man was shoved and fell,
In the wee hours without a fight.

He was a big trouble monger,
Said the british government.
He fought against them stronger
Using his speech as his armament.

People followed him at will,
To wherever he was going,
Shouted slogans with a will,
Never stopping or slowing.

The police arrested them all,
But confined him alone to a solitary,
Dumping others in a dirty hall,
Which was worse than a dormitory.

They tried to break him, but in vain,
For he had an indomitable will.
Their kicks gave him so much pain,
And, soon he was very still.

The grave news of his sad demise,
Brought tears from his men's eyes,
Who all stood as one to fight,
The evil with all their might.

This just describes the life of one,
Just one of the so many eminent men,
Who left everything else they pursued,
For nation's freedom, their prime issue.

Lets remember them. Not just for one day, though we may not have realized what they got us!
-rgs

 

Moved am I Arunarc, for you always respond faster and give a glowing feedback to every scribble of mine.

Thanks very much.
-rgs

 

Dear Kamla,
Well, well. A pleasant surprise about this being nominated. Thanks so much to your feedback and my special thanks to Arunarc's nomination.

-rgs

 

Oh! That was nice of you. Don't we all, Vidhyathan? Thanks again. -rgs

 

Dear Kamalji,
Thanks so much for your feedback. -rgs