A parched chin quivers in anxious thirst,
The crowd erupts, a storm outburst.
In sacred rites of festive fire,
Goddess Durga's call inspires.
In this awakening, hearts aspire,
Yet selfish gains soon dull desire.
Through steadfast tunes of dawn's embrace,
Humanity seeks its rightful place.
A rusted world of tainted thought,
Shaken now as minds are caught.
Slumbered stars in nights of cheer,
Protests rise, dissolving fear.
In hymns of praise for the Divine,
Justice finds a voice to shine.
Silent minds now wake and burn,
As autumn winds through meadows turn.
Let righteousness rise with the tide,
Let values stand, not pushed aside.
With fearless hearts, let voices roar,
For truth and justice evermore!
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