Deepest Ocean
Somewhere is the cry for bread, Somewhere is the cry for blood. And the party flags are fluttering high Forcing man to wander too low. Tongues are answering our life, Guns are shortening our life. Flags are dividing our heart, Man is becoming a brute. Where are those promises? Where is our mental poise? Where is the call of Indus Valley? Who did steal the treasure of life? Parties are in the first list, Caste and Religion come next. Both together form the political front And the ancient treasure... Sign in to see full entry.