Saturday, August 23, 2008

Awakening

The old Nation is breathing a fresh!

Young blood is on the street again.


A pebble is hurled by my teenage boy,

The passion makes them retreat again.


Thumping hearts make the by lanes proud!

The old fighters will meet again.


Blazing fervor will pierce the darkness-

The eclipsed Sun is on its feet again!


The Bhaand at the shrine will play a prayer,

The FREEDOM song is in the beat again.

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