Born in Cuttack, a patriot's seed,
Subhas Chandra, a nation's vital need.
A dreamer bold, with spirit aflame,
He vowed to break the chains of shame.
With Gandhi's path, he did not agree,
A different course, for India to be free.
He formed the INA, a force unforeseen,
To liberate the homeland, a fervent dream.
From Singapore's shores, he raised the flag,
The Provisional Government, a defiant stand.
"Chalo Dilli," the clarion call,
To reclaim the motherland, once and for all.
With Azad Hind Fauj, he marched ahead,
To crush oppression, and lift all dread.
Their courage shone, a guiding light,
In darkest hours, a hopeful sight.
But fate's cruel hand, a tragic twist,
A mystery shrouds his final tryst.
Did he survive, or fade from sight?
A question lingering, day and night.
Yet, his legacy, a timeless art,
A hero's spirit, burned in every heart.
Netaji's dream, a nation's pride,
Forever with India, side by side.
















