what condemn you to leave your voice?
When the urge is transformation.
What condemn you to thwart your existence?
When the demand is revolution.
What condemn you to come out of your stream of ideas?
When the need is to think about tomorrow.
Come, hold my hand and land there
Where the sky is stretched and the land is enough.
Where, your true expressions need no attention
And the great glory need no recognition.
Where, the joy of scent would be as enough as you are
And there's no need of an escape from unsatisfied reality.
Where, we would celebrate our accepted ideas that are uniquely imagined
And let the nation awake.
Behold! We will sooner be there
Where there's no need of such 'condemnation'
And your existence will suffice the atmosphere.
