For only in the name
Resurrection survives
Dull and blade-less
Even the sickle
Feels happy as it
Cuts the fields
In plethora
The time abounds, in
Gabbing consciousness
Meaning gets gnawed
In that homely past
Which truly was abnormal
Need to be absorbent
In our momentous stir
Here the freedom bask
Don't cajole
With thy sweetness
It spits the venom out
You that count me
Count you first
In dingy lane
Never the spark
Needed the fire, ever
To churn the dark
The light glowed
In every inheritance, it
Touched the dingy lane
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