The Freedom Fighter

Our freedom fighters their prisoners As thus the theories keep changing, Shadows go shifting And values and thinkings changing. Many of the freedom fighters were but the blunt people, The rustics and ruffians, The lathi men With big dandas into their hands To save from snakes and other wild animals, To keep as a help for old age, To drive the thieves away Some of them not, but most of them critical fellows, I mean the screwed men, A little educated, a little bit practical Quoting epigrams like the oldie Bacon, The medievalistic people, Some of them of course Well-read in the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. But they were egoistic people, thinking within, Sharing not with the commonly, Waiting to adorn the chairs on occasions, I mean the Gandhians, The Gandhites, Clothed in khadi kurta, dhoti and a cap And with a danda. The Gandhis going and the people seeing, The half-fed, half-clothed people, The men in the white clothes And their whiteness Making others respect, A costly affair too, As who will wash? Many of them got pensions, freedom fighters’ money, Many could not avail of The then time little money, Many just got their names included in After getting signed by A few of them known to as jail mates