Unsung heroes , who were steadfast as thou art .
Unseen struggle , untold suffering ,
Unfelt they die for country but unlauded .
They fought before trigger, guns and flying bullets .
They deserved the praise ,
Yet the world was silent , slowly abraded .
The Unsung heroes of the freedom struggle .
They fight with intrepidity of soul ,
For peace and solidarity of mankind !
They shed every drop of blood to free
Indian from foreign rule .
The unsung heroes don't want honor or fame ,
But freedom and liberty .
How unkind is this country ?
They stretched their wounded arm ,
Through hollow dark , last they breath .
Now , they sleep in Elysium ,
They were warm though the country cold.
O! they had lost their realm,
With no honor Deaden'd ! They rest the ground beneath .
And if I should think of the unsung heroes .
I think of peace , freedom and victories .
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