I was so pale and trembling
Seeing my national flag falling,
A gun with four bullets seemed useless
Because my hands were utterly helpless.
I thought, “Why? Let’s try.”
And the answer’s “No need to try!”
I saw myself pale in color
But somewhere was alive the tricolor
I got the order “Pull that flag down!”
My trembling hands thwarted the crown,
As I aimed my gun a little bit high
And shot the officer who made my INDIA cry.
A sense of relief ran down me
The dead British I could clearly see
Three bullets penetrated me
And I died painlessly
Because I had proved myself a true INDIAN.
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