Author: Arpita Mukherjee
I have seen in your eyes, a twinkling gold-flame,
Knew from then, you were not just a title or a name.
A river has the flow of you, flower has its smell,
Mountains owe, you strong, not a fairy tale.
Determined are you! Can change all on earth,
Revolution’s brink, you give them birth.
Your maiden voyage is all it counts, go make them fly,
Dearth, negation, fear? Front of you Brave? Lie.
Breath in me a Dance with you, waited am I,
Resurrect the way we live, just make it high.