Mr. Sea, don't you see
The hero was not, not like ye?
Wish for one? So, you are free,
Pray, spare this god, so, let him be.
Mr. Sea, what fantasy!
By day you dream such heresy.
Twisted minds do spell such charm
n sweep thy sense in perfidy.
Mr. Sea, must magical be
To hoist the flag of nation free.
Why foist relations flung so far?
In what envy, pray, what envy?
Wildest dreams, now let them rest,
Mr. Sea, you've tried your best.
His life so pure doth fair attest
No marital mar, dark blasphemy.
P.S. :
What foolishness, Mr. Sea!
Thou revile both Netaji and me
Who thou addressed Guruji.
I wonder what's in store for thee.
A slur thou art for sure,
A slur on humanity.
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