From the heavens, fire descended,
While tremors rose from the earth below.
Brother turned against brother,
Wrath of fate, a bitter flow.
The Rana's brother, a fragile reed,
Yet, a haven, a solace he'd lend.
Broken, he shaped destiny's creed,
Towards freedom, he did extend.
Still within freedom's sacred light,
Still within freedom's holy flame,
Motherland's mantra, held so tight,
Whispered her ever-present name.
On one side, a spark took hold,
On the other, the tempest's dark fold,
This battle, a story untold,
This battle, a sight to behold.
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