Echo
Echo
Such of a kind
Game of choices of mind
Rate each and other
Brave and the brother
Sole is my opinion
Whole of the Nation
Blink and wink
Race against all who sink
One day for a reign
The leaves wandering to grain
Swearing of this thought
Not knowing how they would be brought
Fine I am just a count
Millions of me around
We hold them all
Down to rise to fall
The roots are upon
Aim is more beyond
Next move is past
Best is who can last
Mandate my right
Among all of these fight
I wear the faith
For the person against the gate
Closing this high caste
I may choose with no dust
Slurring with my vote
Echo will flash to the root
Ultimate is not a term
But the key to the farm
To serve another half
For the betterment bellow my calf
Embrace the one
Who has sworn
For the whole of the lesson
The voice of the Nation.