The excavation of divinity

Some unannounced manifesto

Learning not to lose the aspiration anymore.

A communist song

Drunk on blood-red ideals

It shows the way to move in a stronger way.

The melody of freedom

The ballad of unity

Thumri in the courtyard of the open oath.

The green light on the signal sightly turns back

It shows the way to break the rules.

Suddenly

A storm arose

A torrent of protest

The fire I saw in my dreams

Went off.

The dim light of the hurricane still shines a bit.

My name is still sloppy in the worn-out bunch of poetry books.

Loadshedding

Everything goes black.

Slogan of processions

Blaring from a distance.

They said-

"Sapiens are very tired,

Help them survive".

Mohana