Here in the land of joy,
Seen the sun in crimson red!
At the fifth hour of the day;
The kids shouting and playing-
With all joys and gay!
The farmers with their cows,
Ploughing the fields with nothing to say!
The women at the evening time,
Talking within, may be about the day.
Yes I am here,
Where I ran my teenage days,
With emotion of no demotion!
Seen new paths being craved;
New dreams came in, with scope unbound,
Walked along the busy street-
And sat at the lonely ground!
Felt an evolution of the revolution
I listened to the chattering sound.
Suddenly I heard a cry, a son died!
The streets got a crowd, with new rhymes been praised.
I saw people running and hiding-
Near the distant shade!
The cheering faces are carrying a fear within.
The pastures changed after the spring.
Playing with blood and no words yet said-
Is this the change the land has prayed?
Yes I am here, still here-
Seeing the sun in crimson red…!!
