Let me live as I live
And let me die as I wish to die.
Let me be shot with your gun
Then be kept in a cage
and made to run.
Yes I’ll run
May, then, I not win the race;
May, then, I fall hundred times while a step
But let me rise up
On my own legs
On my souls call
Then on fire of your gun.
I don’t fear the gun
Neither I fear to face the race;
But I can’t carry the chariot
Where you hold a stick
And ask me to take your turns.
Yes, I’ll carry the chariot,
Neither I fear to face the turns.
Turns
Let them be sharp
And then
Let me clash with them
With my own chariot
Let me live as I live as live
And then I will die
As destiny asks me to die.
2007-08-01
06:04:57
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ALOK K
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