The Awakening Poem by Kishore Asthana

I hear the whimper of the weak
I see the goal of those who seek
I have woken, not too late
I am destiny, I am fate
I am thunder, I am cloud
I am the heart, excited, loud
I am fervour, I am force
I am death, I am the source
I will crush, I will thaw
I am power, I am law
I am fire, I am rage
I am the sword of this age
I am blood in the eye
I am the one who asks why
I am common, I am grand
I am the people
Of this land