Chant To Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose

Chant To Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose – Poem by Ratan Bhattacharjee: Subhas Chandra Bose was a most famous legendary figure and brave freedom fighter in the Indian history. His great contributions of freedom struggle are unforgettable in the history of India. He was a real brave hero of the India who had left his home and comfort forever for his motherland. He always believed in violence and chose way of an armed rebellion to get independence from British rule.

He was born in Cuttack, Orissa on 23rd of January in 1897 in the rich Hindu family. His father was Janaki Nath Bose who was a successful barrister and mother was Prabhabati Devi. One he was expelled from the Presidency College Calcutta because of being involved on the attack of British Principal. He brilliantly qualified I.C.S Examination but gave up and joined Non-Co-operation Movement in 1921 to fight for freedom of India.

He worked with the Chittaranjan Das, (a political leader of Bengal) and an educator and journalist in the Bengal weekly called Banglar Katha. Later he became Bengal Congress volunteer’s commandant, Principal of National College, Mayor of Calcutta and then appointed as Chief Executive Officer of Corporation. He went to jail several times for his nationalistic activities however he never gets tired and hopeless. He was elected as President of Congress but once he was opposed by Gandhiji because of some political differences with Gandhiji. He moved to East Asia where he prepared his own “Azad Hind Fauj” (means the Indian National Army) to make India an independent country.

Chant To Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose: Poem by Ratan Bhattacharjee

Netaji Subhas
You are not dead,
You are alive
Alive for ever

Your name is all around
At the five point crossing
Or at the green brigade ground
As a simple statue
Under the shade of a tree
Now resting in peace

But you did not know rest
While you were alive
So you are still alive

You are alive now all around
Your name gives redness to posies
Sweetness to apple and grapes
Subhas shadows looms large
EVERYWHERE
When people donate blood
Earn their daily bread
Go to temples for saying prayers
Subhas is everywhere
In biscuit packets, tins of mustard oil
In daily bread

Your name is on the signboard
Of grocery shop, a poultry farm
A primary school in Jungle Mahal
A factory of Singur
A tea stall at Nandigram

Your name is on the City High Roads
On the streets of the Capital
People shout your name in a procession
We feel you should have been alive
When we against the heinous acts –
to see the police molesting a girl
or the students beaten rudely for calling strike
or the dock laborers hurl slogans at their bosses
or the girl child ravished and killed in a flat
The list continues unending…

You are alive in our familiar words
You are alive when have no words to utter.

~ Ratan Bhattacharjee