Life corridor is very rough,
And time ring is tough,
Enrapture innocents have lost their flight;
Find nameless beatitudes above.
Discrimination at every step,
Blood stained are the feet,
Some are known by their parents,
Some live on farce and fraud.
Entire khap is riding on deceit,
Some have scams, some have colour,
Lord, whom all behold with crown,
But don’t brand it as plan divine.
Trumpet is beaten, snoop limbs,
Breath is still running, so as honor;
Lift knowledge bow, don’t beg for anything;
And scratch triumph mark on knowledge bow.
Inscribe on the time skull with vermillion,
“Now dare to stop or snatch the right”
On the stage of knowledge all are equal
Now I can turn the divine plan.
Knowledge is Brahmastra, and keep in mind;
In the battlefield of Karma, no father;
Neither color nor deceit, nor caste nor quota work;
Only knowledge delivers the destiny.
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