These tears have a language,
My unrest a script and
My oceanic upsurge
Roaring tides
Agony in the thought
Freezing at every step
I watch you break into pieces
In the battle field
Not even a single drop
Found in the time dissected
Impatience multiplied
At every passing step
The fist still clenched
And the last look oceanised.
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No regrets
No words to sooth you
Can I war against this unrest ?
Can I burst like a flame ?
Let me swear on this rain drop
I shall trace my scrambled path
I shall shoulder this ocean
I shall bang the silence
On this tumbled wall
Yes…it is me
Stepping on this dark continent
Like dawn..!!
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Telugu: Asaanthi Rekhammeenchi
English:K.S.P.Roy
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