1857 : The Uprising
Yes my friend it was 1857
Thousands rose at one spark,
Because it was so dark,
The shackles of colonialism ,
And the cruelty of despotism,
Had made a black mark,
On the golden bird,
That was never heard,
But still the candle lit,
With a spark, In the dark,
Yes, my friend it was 1857,
The rebellion of 1857.
Tatya, Lakshmi, Badshah to name a few,
They did not let British make any plan new,
Delhi, Kanpur , Jhansi all were stormed,
All British residence were bombed,
Their generals begging at courts,
But no one to have them escort,
And the whole India now became hot,
To throw the British,
Yes my friend it was 1857,
The rebellion of 1857.
No Indian was now crying,
All were trying and trying,
But there was many danger,
Because the British were no stranger,
And yet the Indians were not all tired,
They shot the gun and had the cannons fired,
Yes my friend it was the 1857,
The rebellion of 1857.
Though the revolt was vast and large,
The Traitors were no less in charge,
They got to know the plans when,
And conveyed them to their Englishmen,
And then my friend everything lost !
The Great Rebillion was now flopped.
By Riyan Dutta
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