What inspiration would i need?
Answer the halcyon winds.
The sycamore trees continue to wait;
awaiting the end of night.
The plunder and ruins that is our present
Looks for a future that resembles the past
the night is long and the sun is dead
the bread is cold and the coffee bad.
Escape the quicksand on your own.
Become your own rock and song.
Fight for the fight is for the truth.
Find yourself and break free.
Free; at last; for yourself, the society and your country.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 