In the city where the Hooghly flows, A healer’s cry, a shadow shows. The night held horror in its veil, A tale of woes, the stars turned pale. August moon, once full of light, Dimmed its glow, surrendering to night. A maiden’s dream, of white and red, In silence now, her spirit fled. In halls where learning seeds are sown, The cry of anguish chilled to bone. A guardian fell, the call unheard, Her name now whispered, like a bird. India’s dawn, of freedom’s call, Shadowed now, by a mournful pall. A nation stirred in sorrow’s grip, The doctor’s pledge, with faltering lip. Raise the torch, hold the flame, Say no to silence, in her name. From darkness let courage rise, Bring justice to her silent cries.