Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The Newer World


Let it rise flaunting all its color,
Let it rise to light up to be brighter,
Let it rise floating slowly in the pacific,
Let it rise sprinkling the gold dust to the aquatic,
Let it rise to extend the hands of love,
Let it rise to implant the hope for life,
Let it rise to dry up the evil that is active,
Let it rise to suck out the water to be positive,
When it rises, our hearts may bombard,
Not our land and our feeble thoughts,
When it rises, the humanity will start to boast,
The enmity will be evicted. Let it rise! !

Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013
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