From the walls of Patna Jail,
A plea echoes, a cry of compassion,
Fate had destined you, O stone wall!
To crumble and fall to the ground,
But fate had other plans, after all.
When the mournful sighs of those facing death,
Seemed to reverberate in the air,
You were meant to be a path of escape,
A glimmer of hope in their despair.
A single man, beloved to millions,
A guiding star in India’s sky,
A man whose gestures set in motion,
The footsteps of countless passersby.
A man whose slightest nod,
Can make multitudes surge ahead,
Not looking back, not faltering,
In joyous unity they tread.
One man, whose body within these walls,
May be bound by chains and bars,
But whose spirit, unchained, roams free,
Touching hearts near and far.
His radiant thoughts, a guiding light,
In the heart of India they shine,
A steadfast beacon in the storm,
A flame that burns through space and time.
Millions of souls sing the praises,
Of the sage’s magnificent grace,
A symbol etched in history,
His footprints time can’t erase.
For whom do countless eyes shed tears,
In a continuous stream of pain?
For whom do suppressed sighs speak,
For whom does the fire of hope remain?
The fire that blazes in the wind,
Will consume these walls, mark my word,
They will crumble and fall to pieces,
The stone wall’s resistance unheard.
Are you not aware of the agonies,
Swallowed by this grim stronghold?
Do you fail to recognize the might,
Of the liberated soul’s stronghold?
Can’t you see whose suffering,
These moans and cries portray?
Whose flame of faith shines brighter,
Even in the darkest of today?
For whom do uncountable eyes weep,
For whom do silent sobs speak?
Whose strength surpasses iron chains,
Whose resolve grows stronger and sleek?
Those iron chains will one day break,
And the stones will turn to dust,
This stone wall’s resilience shall crumble,
Reduced to fragments and rust.
A greater force within the world,
Can no chain or prison keep,
Hail to that mighty lion-hearted soul,
Whose indomitable spirit runs deep.
With a watchful eye, he observes,
Every trial that befalls him,
Who is this stone wall meant for?
Whose light shines even in the dim?
For whose sake do countless eyes weep,
And hearts grieve an untold pain?
For whose sake does the flame still burn,
Amidst these walls of loss and gain?
Those earthen stoves will one day burst,
Spreading sparks in fiery might,
These solid walls of stone will crumble,
In that inevitable future fight.
Who is this man bound by chains,
Yet precious to millions around?
He is the lion-hearted soul of India,
Whose courage and strength abound.
He, whose body’s in chains today,
Yet whose spirit roams wild and free,
Whose thoughts are etched in the heart,
Of a united India, proud and key.
His influence spans the globe,
Guiding millions with his vision’s flare,
He is the force that drives them forward,
A leader, just, and wise beyond compare.
With only a handful of bones in his fist,
He is the torchbearer of truth and right,
Hail to the mighty soul of Rajendra,
Whose words lead the way in the night.
He sees not his own suffering,
But the suffering of a land,
He is the beacon of righteousness,
Holding a nation in his hand.
Whose longing eyes, brimming with tears,
Point to a destiny’s unwavering star?
Whose sacrifice will resonate forever,
As an inspiration, near and far?
For whose sake will the masses surge,
And for whom will they break free?
For the warrior-son of Bharat Mata,
Whose spirit is boundless, as the sea.
When will the chains of oppression shatter,
And a hero arise in India’s land?
Who will wield the sword of truth,
To rescue our beloved motherland?
The day will come, mark my words,
When a heroic soul will stand,
With unwavering determination,
To liberate the motherland.
When that day comes, O tyrant,
Your reign will crumble and fall,
The stone walls you’ve built in fear,
Will shatter and break, once and for all.
In the year 1945,
Written during the time of the widespread epidemic in North Bihar, as a tribute to the failed movement for the release of revered Rajendra Babu from Patna Jail.
