When the land of luxury was in shackles,
Blood spilt everywhere with countless battles.
When the lights went off, a cover from gore,
Here rose our hope, the fearless Tiger of Mysore.
Toppling the patriarchy, facing a whole nation,
He wanted his land back, filled with determination.
He saw his companions die in gore filled wars,
The winds have changed as the mighty tiger roars.
A king converted into a slave, prosperity turned to poverty,
The tiger remained a tiger, the dauntless Indian sovereignty.
His body demised, but his soul stayed alive,
This tiger is on the prowl and will never cease to thrive.
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