Magic Box (September 3,1992)
Inside the grave, he's disturbed,
Turning sideways, haunted nightmares,
Startled and sweating, he opened his eyes
From beneath the soil, he woke up!
Feeling those three bullets inside the chest
Cognized of his awakening, but he knows
Why God wants him to resurrect now,
There is a mission to be fulfilled this time
'Hey Ram' Those last words left unsaid,
When that innocent kid confused his mind,
He is forgiven, his sins forgotten then,
Gandhi smiles and embraces the sinner!
But now, changed times, new threats arise,
Corrupted kings, kingpins pulling the string!
Cattle class powdered in power and might,
Slaughtered truths and hidden cries!
A youth enslaved to spotlight and might!
Null minded - Sly rats of Rip Van Winkle,
Lost values, lacks the innermost strength,
A nation's 'power', grieves and curses inspite!
Treacherous men, selling woman's pride,
Spits them after chewing through veins,
Crying angels and their half burnt wings!
As a crater created in God's mighty heart!
There is a lot to be done to this world,
Not from where he left, when he slept!
This country has walked back the steps,
A change, Renaissance is what she needs!
Non-Violence, tolerance, patience of mind,
Three tablets for the eternal peace,
For ever to sustain and to live fullest,
To bring back hope and mutual existence!
But this is no disease and cannot be cured,
Its a vicious cancer, needs a clean cut!
Its time for a movement, revolution for life,
Will a piece of advice bring any change?
Gandhi searched for his wooden stick,
Now, he has with him an untold trick,
He's determined to make the nation shine!
To liberate us (Once Again) He walks on to land!
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