In Resemblance Of Them... Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

For I stand here in resemblance of them
For them, who are in huts of shame
Who's doors are not knocked for long
Who's hearts mourns in silence of night
For them I stand here, to wage this fight

By stretching my wings wide I will fly
High into sky from this walls I will fly
My wings each flap will tap those hearts
Its wind will travel along to dry wet cheeks
Its active sound will make them all to rise
To rise out of their shameful huts into fame
And to break their chains of past into past

For I stand here in resemblance of them
For them, who are tired fighting for long
Who's hopes buried deep in hearts well
Who's last lit of light is about to smoke
For them I stand here, to hold this fight

Like tireless ocean tide I will fall and rise
Will rise like burning sun from deepest valley
My rise will make the longing ones to smile
And the fall will fire them like burning sun
For the tides will end at their hearts shore
Its song will echo deep in their hearts forever
And will lit the darkest nights, with its light

For, I stand here in resemblance of them...