Not a grave of the murder’d for freedom, but grows
seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed,

Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains
and the snows nourish.

Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants
let loose,

But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, coun-
seling, cautioning.

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Original poem by Walt Whitman(1812-1819 ) an American poet is taken from Shaheed Bhagat Singh’s Jail Diary

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