The Great Soul: A Tribute To Liberty

Turbulent winds from the West blew the nest to dust.

Of the Golden bird that lived ageless with profound tryst. 

Millions died to protect the soul of the caged bird.

Her wings clipped but could not stop the music of bard.

Ages past in her reclusion bereaving posterity of soil.

A God descended to free the bird from the cage guile.

Bapu they called him, stopped the wind of turbulence 

Of the West with his tenets of peace and nonviolence. 

Before time, the same God had to incarnate as a herder 

To rescue the good from the clutches of the evil murderer. 

The halo of the soul is now hollow without a lux

Waiting for her prodigal sons 

To restore her glories to bask.

As spikes of the eternal wheel spinning timeless

The great Soul, as was in the past, is now formless.

As the harbinger of eternity, each son owe her sacred debt

On brighter fecundity of the soil, She sowed our souls sacred.

O imprisoned soul, RISE from the ashes of fathoming divinity! 

O marooned soul, FLY from the body of wanton fecundity!

Neither would meet the end of nameless death. 

So, LIVE your life as true sons but not as Soul's mirth!

As histories were made to attain the glories eternal;

RISE, FLY, LIVE as true sons of the GREAT SOUL ethereal!