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Still nobody cares. Atleast we and govt. Should help and support.
jab kabhi bhi tu yaad aayega,
tiranga dekh hum khush honge,
jab kabhi tu yaad karega hume,
teri tasveer ko hum dekhenge,
AMAR rahe ka nara tere liye,
hum hmesha bolte rahenge,
beta baap ka naam raunak kar gya,
ye log hmesha bolte rahenge……
border par bheja tujhe,
dil ghbraya tha bhut mera,
ik din aayegi khabar teri zamaanat ki,
khuda ne ye bhi samjha rakha tha,
hum ujre the pehle or ujre hee rahenge,
beta baap ka naam raunak kar gya,
ye log hmesha bolte rahenge……
Duk hai to sirf un chand
sarkaar ke bazuon se,
jo zakham pe namak chirak jaate hain,
mere aansu sookh gaye,
intezaar tere karte karte,
tu hota to arthi ke waqt mere paas,
yahi akhiri dum tak sochte rahenge
beta baap ka naam raunak kar gya,
ye log hmesha bolte rahenge……
Freedom fighter - Dinesh Chandra Gupta
Dinesh Gupta (1911-1931) was a Bengali Indian freedom fighter and revolutionary, born on 6 December 1911 in the village of Josholong in Munshiganj District, now in Bangladesh. While he was studying in Dhaka College, he joined Bengal Volunteers – a group organised by Subhas Chandra Bose in 1928 , at the occasion of Calcutta session of the Indian National Congress. Soon the Bengal Volunteers transformed itself to a more active revolutionary association and planned to liquidate infamous British police officers. For a short while, he was in Midnapore training local revolutionaries in the use of firearms. Revolutionaries trained by him were responsible for the assassination of three District Magistrates in succession, Douglas, Burge, and Peddy.
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Jang to chand roz hoti hai
Zindagi barsoon talak roti hai…
Sanaatey ki gehri chaon
Khamoshi se jalte gaon
Ye nadiyoon par tootey huey pul
Dharti ghayal aur viyakul
Ye khet bamoon se jhulse huey
Ye khali raste sehmey huey
Ye maatam karta saara samaa
Ye jalte ghar ye kaala duan
Mere dushman, mere bhai, mere humsayee
Mujhse tujhse hum dono se
Ye jalte ghar kuch kehte hain
Barbadi ke saare manzhar kuch kehte hain
Haye, mere dushman, mere bhai mere humsayee
Barood se bojhal saari fizaa
Hai maut ki bu phelati hawa
Zakhmoon pe hai chayee laachari
Galiyoon mein hai phirti bimari
Ye marte bacche haaton mein
Ye maaon ka rona raaton mein
Murda basti murda hai nagar
Chehre patthar hain dil patthar
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