A true holy urge of the heart
Brought him into the scene
As a star shining clear bright
With an intense desire keen
With his move moved millions
As a voice united together
With unique tools and tides
That were seen nowhere never
The freedom found its way
But alas the soul was lost
For none could be so strong
To root the differences away
All became so called owners
Nobody wanted to be server
Without selfless aspirations
Without a concern of ever
The dream of true freedom
Where none is high or low
Lost in the dust of selfish
Storms in a few hearts blow
O great saint we are never
A bit ashamed of robbing you
Of your precious dreams for
We want to enjoy all through
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This poem is unique and sweet sensation it gives to the readers. We are never ashamed as we see true dreams. A dream is a holy urge of heart and it shines as a bright star. The poetic language is very beautifully expressed through the note of perception. This poem is excellently penned...10