The Pledge

Meena, we renew our oath upon your hallowed blood
That your path is dearer to us than our life.

O woe! The enemy tied your neck with a rope
To extinguish a brilliant star from above the earth.

The enemy thought that revolution would be snuffed out with your death
Little did they know that they poured fuel onto the dancing flames!

Tomorrow the dawn of democracy shall break over this country
It is your blood that has made this truth so resonant.