Strike at the head of the idea
Cry-teria. His-teria. Mania.
Life is a cheesecake; there are layers
Fly for the skies that take you nowhere
Stare at the sun till your soul burns bright
Make the bastards pay. Fight for the light in the night.
Fight for what is right till you are dead.
Not fighting is death, anyways.
Together if needed; alone if necessary.
Unsailed ships seldom find new lands.
Raised fist is one; the other is the unifying hand.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 