I wake up early with the rising sun,
With it's rays falling on my face,
Rejuvenating my pulse,
Calling me to wake up and rush,
Rush to fulfill a dream,
The dream that had been in my sleep last night,
The dream of making myself a good human
first,
The dream of preaching a religion named
HUMANITY,
I see the pitter-patter rain drops,
They bring out the aroma of the soil,
The aroma of our mother earth,
When she smiles with the cleansining heavenly
pours,
The pours that wash away the stains of blood
off her bosom,
The blood that has been drying there with the
tempreature of brutality,
Brutality of so called humans.
-Abinash-