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By
Pranab Ghosh
March
The sun is burning the earth;
water taps run dry at noon;
the pitch on the road melts
making your slipper stick
to it, as you file past
houses, malls, restaurants
and shops, carrying flags
and posters, raising slogan
against the oppressor,
the ruling combine that has
usurped men and women
of the right to protest.
You walk in a long queue
along one side of the road
so as not to disrupt traffic.
You sweat, your mouth runs dry,
but you froth to raise
your voice for your rights.
You walk with others
to bring change and justice.
You are part of a
procession, a rally
as you march ahead.
Mantra
Where would chant of mantras
take us to?
Cravings die inside us
as desire burns like wild fire
devouring our very dream.
We rush back to God
as if to implore Him
to step in and rescue us
from the catastrophe.
The chant saves our soul
as we gather strength
to live on.
Chant the hymn…
Chant the prayer…
Till you die
to live!
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