A breeze is flowing from lands distant and far,
Of the stories untold, and pain in their hearts,
Of the inequalities galore in Liberty's backyard,
Of the Burden's true face, and it's historical farce.
This breeze though coming from these lands afar,
Have as great a meaning in our Himalyan backyards,
Like a mirror which shows a beauty's pitfalls,
It's a reckoning to the followers of Manu's folklore.
Of the stories untold, and pain in their hearts,
Of the inequalities galore in Liberty's backyard,
Of the Burden's true face, and it's historical farce.
This breeze though coming from these lands afar,
Have as great a meaning in our Himalyan backyards,
Like a mirror which shows a beauty's pitfalls,
It's a reckoning to the followers of Manu's folklore.
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