Brother,let me narrate thee a story,
Which is all about our country's glory.
But,before I start,let me introduce thee to a brave,
Who now rest in peace in her grave.
Bullets never scared her,she was a source of inspiration,
Who saw a dream of a free nation.
Birbala raised the flag high,
Whose courage let the mob,who now weren't afraid to die.
But,alas! She became a martyr at an age of seventeen,
Wanting to free her land and people from colonialism.
Brother,let me narrate thee a story,
Which is all about our country's glory.
