Old singers are dead now; give these children new songs to sing.
Old heroes are flail now; give these scenes female protagonists that win.
Old thoughts are gone now; give these revolutions new guns to swing.
Old memories are lost now; give these times new sins to commit.
Old biases are not understood now; give these kids freedom to just exist.
Old hatred is forgotten now; give these sons new love to commit.
Old cities are ruins now; give these makers new bricks to build.
Old books are torn now; give these creators new pens to ink.
Old paintings are faded now; give these artists new paint to fill.
Old bastards are gone now; good riddance, good bye & fin.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 