The young look forward
And turn back to see
Whether anything to inspire
And took challenge of the present
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The bird was singing
From an unknown world
I searched in vain
In the green thick leaves
...
They never care for
The man made boundaries
The fences and barricades.
The tree along the border
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The earth gazed
At the horizon with deep desire
To locate the rain clouds
With the throat dried up!
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Enemy is really a friend
Of a saint or Martyer
Enemy's persecution
Makes a saint or Martyer.
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At times he asks Ma
To move to the land of Papa
He had not seen him
Not have heard his sound
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They climbed the mountain
The forest thick with wild life
As they eloped with each other
To the outrage of caste diktat
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He loved the trees
Its green leaves
The branches that form canopy
To the earth and creatures.
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He is dead
He lost his name
Now he is a corpse!
When alive on earth
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She was made for a mission
The mission to liberate a nation
The mission to liberate masses
From the miseries of life
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