This dirge delight

O! my fellow countrymen

We all are congregated here

Like the clouds in this ominous night,

Around our dead country's sepulchre

Just to sing

This dirge delight!

O! my respected revolutionaries

Without fear,

Why you emerged yourself in that fatal fight
So that we can breathe in independent atmosphere
But instead we had to wreathe in an 'Independent Plight'
Every year,

And now we are done with,

This dirge delight!

O! my dead nation!

My soul and my dear

You were the golden and independent bird

Now left without feathers and flight,

Lying in the sepulchre

Losing all your bright

And preparing for the final tear

On your last night

But one thing which is very clear

For us all

That we have become corrupt,selfish and liars

Just to make,

This dirge delight!

 

Reviews

[MikeTheMechanic]

While reading this poem i couldn't help but think to myself what a wonderful song it would make. Well done, well done.

[Abhinav]

Great job, the words were good, and I loved it..