Remembering Munda Bisra: A Decastich Poem
Remembering Munda Bisra: A Decastich Poem
In hills and forests, Birsa rose,
A light of hope, as everyone knows.
Our culture, songs, and ways of old,
Protect them well, like stories told.
The British rule, we must defy,
For freedom's flame, will never die.
One God he saw, no idols made,
A spirit pure, in sun and shade.
Be self-reliant, stand so tall,
Reclaim your worth, answer freedom's call.
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