Favored with a Sun
The search for a light has just began
As it appear tunnels at the end of every tunnel
They say, I can’t stop dreaming.
Little been own and lots been disown
In the last fever before the dawn
She wailed even the Sun couldn’t bear
Someone has been lost in the last famine
Those white brilliant caps of Khadi made
Nodded well enough before the confused gathering
Let us plunder you
As long as u have chosen a life in exchange of bread
They have been searching for a new place
As their home no more belong to them
And their Jungles been self-encroached
Some call for a bloody revolution
Some says it’s a bloody mess
Let me not ignite you
Because self is made out of self
All the hidden hopes
Shall rise and rise
To choose their own Sun
Thou lighten thyself.
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