Spinning and spinning in the broadening gyre,
Here man cannot attend to the man on fire;
States skirmishing; the unholy centre cannot hold;
Here disorder and mayhem are loosed upon the world,
The blood-thirst tide is dancing, and far and wide
The observance of innocence is cursed and chide;
The best, fear to work with all conviction and sincerity,
Where the most evil are full of zealous intensity.
Certainly nation needs some eye-opener, at hand;
Waiting for the Incarnation of Kanhaji, on this land.
The Lord’s incarnation! Hardly are those words out,
Waiting and waiting for that mighty clout,
Where dreams are not feared, nor future;
Darkness never drops again any where,
No one has a gaze blank and pitiless worn;
And pines towards this Devbhumi, to be born.
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