Oh my great virtues of liberty where do you stand now?
I’m unable to hear the sweet songs rendered even at the saddest times in row
In the annals of history your valours are recorded as magnificent
You unshackled many fighting patriots despite the wields of threat

As a child I was faltering to grasp your revered greatness
When am young, I missed every occasion to clasp your brightness
At the middle age blues, I readied most but lost you in grips
Why? How? When? Where? Are all at present unanswered flips

Now I crossed the first part of deserving but disturbed century
The life has now been experiencing a journey of callous and topsy-turvy
Once the path a very straight to reach you now became swirl and too curly
Am I loosing your precious sight though nearer but alas! Very Very dearly

After so many years of undestined and tiresome sagas
I start once again don’t be a static statue but try to be a dynamic deity devout in megas