rise, rise with a heratful of thirst
to celebrate the dewdrops before it slides down like a fragile pearl, breaking the mirrors of our wishes,
for the wind is wind, and
tomorrow is tomorrow.

rise, rise with a soulful of love
to spread humanity before it shatterss into pieces like wars, blinding the eyes from the Gods,
for the tears is tears, and
mother is mother.

rise, rise with a mindful of dreams
to paint the sky before it hides inside a fog like a winter morning, seperating us from our beauty,
for the cloud is cloud, and
sorrow is sorrow.

rise, rise with a breathful of faith
to bring us all together before we kill each other like barbaric animals, clawing our human dignity,
for the rain is rain, and
thunder is thunder.






Copyright 2007 Roshan Tulachan