Ram Prasad Bismil
Ram Prasad Bismil (Hindi: राम प्रसाद 'बिस्मिल') was an Indian revolutionary who participated in Mainpuri Conspiracy of 1918, and the Kakori conspiracy of 1925, both against British Empire. As well as being a freedom fighter, he was also a patriotic poet. Ram, Agyat and Bismil were known as his pen names which he used in Urdu and Hindi poetry. But, he became popular with the last name "Bismil" only. He was associated with Arya Samaj where he got inspiration from Satyarth Prakash, a book written by Swami Dayanand Saraswati. He also had a confidential connection with Lala Har Dayal through his guru Swami Somdev, who was a renowned preacher of Arya Samaj.
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Ram Prasad Bismil Poems
A Martyr's Morale
We too could take the rest at home, We too could enjoy the pleasure of 'foam', We too had been the sons of someone, To nourish us what they have not done.
Last Verse of Bismil
What's the use hats off, when the person died, What's the use of message which came after tide. When hopes were dead & died every thought, What's the use of message if the messenger brought.
Secret Of Life
Ours is the talk in the field of foe, See! which stage has reached this show. O Countrymen! you learn to sacrifice, The secret of life is to cut across flow.
Haif Hum Jispe Ki Tayaar The Mar Jane Ko
The Desire For Sacrifice
The desire for sacrifice is now in our hearts We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy. O country, Why does no other speaks? Whoever I see, is gathered quiet in your party...
Bharat Jananii Teri Jay Ho Bijay Ho
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A Martyr's Morale
We too could take the rest at home,
We too could enjoy the pleasure of 'foam',
We too had been the sons of someone,
To nourish us what they have not done.
At the time of departure from our home,
We could'nt say at least to them-
'In case if the tears dropp in lap,
Think as if your child is there.'
In our's fate was the torture since birth,
We had the dole, the distress & dearth.
Who had the care and dare so dire!
When we took our step in fire.
Till farther had tried the country to sheer.
We have no woe of self but bother,
Why downfall does the...