He’s back draped in saffron, green, and white,
Lay limply under a sombre wreath
One who till yesterday, was in limelight.
He, who held on to his last breath in fight,
Placed the nation above and his own kin beneath
He’s back draped in saffron, green, and white.
The shrunken shoulders present an abject sight,
So do words unsaid behind clenched teeth
One who till yesterday, was in limelight.
A son of the nation in his own right
To none did this place he bequeath
He’s back draped in saffron, green and white.
He never sought another future bright
Was laid to rest on August fifteenth
One who till yesterday, was in limelight.
Oh! His mother let him out of sight
Though within herself, she felt him breathe
He’s back draped in saffron, green and white,
One who till yesterday, was in limelight.