A Tribute

This Tribute, written some 40 years ago by Jaspal Singh, was dedicated to Bhagat Singh and the peoples of the Indian sub-continent. 

Walking your path, we'll free our land,
Not once – but countless times we'll stand,
And gladly climb the gallows high,
For freedom's call, we'll live and die.

There was a garden once, stained red –
Where blood like blossoms cruelly spread,
That sacred stain still marks our hands,
While tyranny grips Delhi's lands.
But thrones of blood and cruel regime,
We'll shatter all – fulfill the dream.

Those who served the foreign chain,
Who bartered freedom for their gain,
Who sold their people, filled their gold –
Their names, their traces won't be told.
These beasts who thrived on others' pain,
Will vanish, wiped from every plane.

Your voice resounds, it calls out clear,
To every youth: arise, draw near!
Freedom demands your head held high –
Not bowed in fear, but raised to the sky.
Face every Zulm, every fight,
Only then are we truly upright.

Raste Pe Tumhare Chal Ke, Azad Ab Des Karayenge
Ek Bar Nahin Kayee Sainkarde Bar, Is Daar Pe Hum Chadh Jayenge

Jaliyan Ka Ek Bagh Tha Kal, Us Mein Jo khilaye Khoon Ke Gul
Us Khoon Ki Menhadi Haath Liye, Jabir Hai Mussalat Dilli Mein
In Khooni Nizamon Kakimon Ke Takhte To Palat Ke Chhodenge.

Darban Firangi Ke The Jo, Azadi Ke Saudebaz Hain Jo
Khud Apne Khazane Bharne Ko Quomon Ke Saudegar Hain Jo
In Khoon Farosh Haiwanon Ka , Har Naam Nishan Mityange

Awaz Tumhari Deti Sada, Kahati Hai Aaj Jawanon Se
Azadi Ki Devi Maangti Sir, Jhukane Ko Nahin Par Uthane Ko
Har Zulm-O- Sitam Se Le Takkar, Insan Tab Hum Kahlayenge.

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This article was published in

Volume 56 Number 9 - March 23, 2026

Article Link:
https://cpcml.ca/TML2026/Articles/T560093.HTM

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