By Niharika Kashyap
Once the adventurous one in
Nation's glorifying day,
Yearning and yearning, seeks the
Solace in the Persona's pray;
Fight for the plight of men,
Fight, untill the last blood
Made the whole rivers stain.
But slowly the darkness creeps upon
Him,the younger, a self of
Today's horde, engulfed in shadows;
Innocence is drown,trapped in a
Vicious cycle of its own race.
Streams of doubt, heap of pain,
Soul is chained by stateman.
How cruel is the system, what a
Treacherous way to abduct the
Only gleaming hope from He,
The fire within lost its heat and flame.
Now only He can make Himself stand,
Following steps from night to day,
Full of scars, scorns and wounded breast.