In the annals of courage, a name stands tall,
A hero's saga, heard in freedom's call.
Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose, a visionary sprite,
Igniting the flame for India's independent light.

In the echoes of history, his vision did unfurl,
A dream for India, a sovereign pearl.
Netaji's resolve, a flame ablaze,
A fearless heart, in freedom's maze.

With words as swords and valor unspoken,
Netaji rose, a leader unbroken.
Azad Hind Fauj, his resolute creation,
A force against colonial subjugation.

"Give me blood, and I shall give you freedom,"
The rallying cry, a call for the kingdom.
Azad Hind Radio, his voice resounding,
In hearts of patriots, his dream compounding.

From distant lands to the Indian shore,
Netaji's journey, a lore to explore.
Sublime sacrifice, a tale profound,
In foreign soil, his memories abound.

Netaji's spirit, undaunted by time,
An immortal flame in the paradigm.
A legacy etched in the pages of lore,
Subhash Chandra Bose, forevermore.

In the hearts of the free, his flame persists,
A patriot's fervor, in history insists.
Netaji's essence, a beacon bright,
Guiding India through the darkest night.

Salute to Netaji, a soul so grand,
A leader, a visionary for the motherland.
In the anthem of freedom, his name we compose,
Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose, eternal hero, again he rose.

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