Part 28: Heroes of my land

I know a man, but not his race.

I saw him work last night.

When all was dark, there were tears and cries,

He stood up, my enemies to fight.

I know a man, but not his religion,

between bullets and my city was he.

For me to reach home and be there safe,

he stood there and bled for me.

I know a man, but not his name,

when i called, he gave me his hand.

Some call him a cop, some call him a 'jawan'

... I call him a Hero of my land.

Part 27: One wish

I live in troubled times, beyond the myst of uncertainty.

I live in days of sorrow, 

where tears seem to last an eternity.

In a land of plenty, I hear my brothers sigh!

And through the hoardings of a few,

I see the masses cry.

My neighbour sees me as a threat, he no more knows my face.

He remembers not the countless moments,

of joy from our past days.

I walk amidts a crowd of sheep, in others faults I see.

I wish to live in a world of sight,

where CHANGE begins with me.