It's a world where; There are Blacks, And there are Whites- A chemistry that lacks differences A fabaceae- Which spreads across the globe A display of entities; Baked by the creator's ace until Until actions cut across reactions; Leaving a union of...

In my land- There are roads, With no signs but wonders There are passages; Littered with broken promises, Leaving dwellers with wounded feats Echoes of 'change' fills the air, As sneezing hopes gather dust Gradually, Undulated zeals are diluted; Leaving...

Hopes were shot high, By the arrows of prattle words Echoes of the promise-land filled the air; Choking all atoms of doubts in the heart of all Near that victorious cry, Stood our laughter of defeat; For our independence unleashed, Irrepressible dependency Stuck...