I stare at hope filled faces
Gorging at words to fill their skull
Line after line, and page after page
Hoping silently to succeed
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A product of the doubtful generation am I
My predecessors have left but a mess
A burnt nation I was handed
Divided, and raped
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I put on this mask each morn,
To deceive not myself.
For I to myself am honest as Krishna,
At the battlefield.
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