To This morning I rise
To see the light falling in my eyes
To strengthen my hopes for the day
An Independent “I” am awake...
And everyday I rise up to you
The light sparkles in my eyes
But the hopes vanish
The Virtually Independent I sleep away…
I promised I will be free
I promised I will rule thy me
I promised I’d mould the clay
But the restless I still await…
To morph freedom in my errands
To play the role where I am
To walk the walk everybody talks
To show the world that I rock!
To wake up this morning where I will be free
To conquer this land where I will rule thy me
To envision this hope I will mould the clay
The Independent “I” will awake!
Side Note: This one was penned down on the morning of 15th August 2009! Yes I am a lazy buff :( actually was waiting it to be published in Zing first :)
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