Akshit Saxena
Drama Inspirational
My nights are cold
My mornings are dull,
Don't know where life's taking me,
But there's a hope that there will be a bright morning one day,
And I'll live life in my way
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Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but got trapped immediat... Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but ...
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
I sat up in the midnight when the night was still, I sat up in the midnight when the night was still,
As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
Moldy walls and rusted parts, Moldy walls and rusted parts,
I try to write but the ink has dried, the quill has twisted just like my fate. I try to write but the ink has dried, the quill has twisted just like my fate...
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Her eyes always see things that are much too far Her eyes always see things that are much too far
It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body
Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes, Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes,
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom. On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom.
The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary! The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary!
With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment, I emerge str With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment...
We are privileged!! We are privileged!!
Oh dear nature! we bow down near you, Forgive the stubborn souls of argue.... Oh dear nature! we bow down near you, Forgive the stubborn souls of argue....
An interesting take on the history of steel making by foundry workers. An interesting take on the history of steel making by foundry workers.
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
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