I remember we were freeIn the days that have flee
In those times we could fly
Without a stop under the sky
We wrote our destiny.
But today where are we?
Remember our history!
The rhymes of lost glory
Our people sleeping hungry
Suffering in utter misery
Our children cry
And our saviors lie
They will never believe, till we die
They have ruined our country
So will you be the one to begin the mutiny?
And become the sentry
Of your own destiny
Come my people join the war
Fight your minds and stand at par
With the world of divided history
Give back to me my ‘Bihar’
By Annu
3 comments:
nice poem about bihar...someone wrote this by heart...looking for more thoughts like this.........
In fact mutiny has begun and to feel it we have to look within ourselves. The poetess could not write it down, if she had not been a part of this mutiny - a ( eighty million) mutiny of Renaissance.
Amitabh
Excellent !! It express ur true feelings.....
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