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Incipient was his rule, an uncertain start, But Elysian was his spirit, with a warrior's heart. Heimat was his land, where he fought for his kin, And at Dusk, he dreamed of a glorious win.
Pristine were his morals, unwavering and pure, And Fuchsia was his banner, flying high, for sure. Bewitched were his people, by his courage and might, And Quagmire was his struggle, in the long, dark night.
Fyrgebraec Sehnsucht was his yearning for freedom, And he refused to Believe that he could be beaten. Promise he made, to protect his motherland, And Anomaly he became, in a world of command.
Gumusservi shone, as he led his army to war, And at the New Moon, he fought harder than before. Apology he sought, for his defeat in the past, And Sojourn he took, to reflect and outlast.
Harbinger he was, of a new era to come, And Seeds of freedom he planted, for everyone. Appetence Alliance he formed, with his loyal men, And Ephemeral was their victory, but not in vain.
Solivagant he became, in the mountains and plains, And Lacuna he filled, with his people's joys and pains. Thalassic Souvenir he kept, of his conquests at land, And Viridity he brought, to a land that was free.
Saudade he felt, for those who fought by his side, And Sempiternal was his legacy, that will never subside. Arcane were his tactics, and his strategy sound, And Agape Catharsis he felt, as his enemies drowned.
Aeonian is his name, in the tales of the brave, And Soulrocker was he, as his people he did save. Sarang he played, with his heart full of love, And Acatalepsy he faced, with the gods above.
Selecouth were his ways, in the face of defeat, And Aloisia Numinous was he, in victory sweet. Psithurism was his song, in the whispers of the wind, And Aesthetic was his style, as a leader of his kin.
Aporia he faced, in the midst of the fight, And Hiraeth he felt, for the land of his birthright. Eventide came, with the promise of rest, And Elixir he drank, to soothe his battle-worn chest.
Ascian he was, with a purpose so clear, And Quiddity he found, in the face of his fear. Orphic were his words, as he rallied his men, And Noirceur he faced, but emerged victorious again.
Virago was he, with a sword in his hand, And Orenda was his power, to take back his land. Werifesteria he felt, in the silence of the night, And Xenization he faced, with all his might.
Kärsiä he bore, but never did he give in, And Incognito he fought, but always with a grin. Vagary he embraced, for a life full of adventure, And Brumous were the skies, in his final venture.
Maharana Pratap, a hero of his time, Whose story will live on, in every heart and mind.
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On your birthday, I remember your unwavering spirit, your courage in the face of adversity, and your undying love for your motherland. Your life was a testament to the power of determination, resilience, and selfless sacrifice.
Through this poem, I have tried to capture the essence of your extraordinary journey, with every word a tribute to the indomitable spirit that you embodied. Your legacy lives on, and your story continues to inspire generations of Indians to this day.
As I celebrate your birth anniversary, I also take a moment to reflect on the challenges India faces as a nation and the values that you held so dear. Your life teaches me to never give up, to fight for what we believe in, and to never lose hope, no matter how dark the night may seem.
Thank you for everything that you have done for us, and for being a shining example of what it means to be a true leader. Your memory will always be cherished, and your spirit will continue to guide me in all that I do.
