The Breaking Dawn

I see a ray from the breaking dawn,
I'm no soldier, just a pawn,

Waiting for my way, to pay,
My tribute to the nation that lay,

In the true east, the land of the brave,
When the others feast, some lived only to crave,

The day when the light would disperse,
And a little patriotic voice whispers,

Whispers what our ancestors voiced,
To the flag that flies, the one we hoist,

And the next day when we see something wrong,
We walk on along thinking I'm not strong,

Thinking 'who am I' and 'main hoon kaun',
Without thinking that we are the rays of that breaking dawn,

We have the freedom to right these wrongs,
We are united and so we ARE strong,

And when one thought becomes a nation's goal,
We re-incarnate the flames from the coals,

And when the smoke clears, the pure air comes through,
And it is felt with sacrifices of a few,

Because even the fruits of a tree,
Only come from the barial of ONE seed and its creed,

To be alive and not a slave of our times,
So its time to speak and voice out the mimes,

Because beyond the silence and closed doors,
Lies the cold, hard truth and their inner roars,

And when the efforts are endless but we are gone,
Now, THEY see the rays of this breaking dawn,
I'm no soldier, just a pawn..

-Devarsh Pandya