I will go on.

I will go on till the last drop of blood,

Leaves my veins and stains the earth.

Millions of hands rise from the mud,

Pulling me down, crucifying my worth.


I will go on, driven by pain, driven by fear,

A bleeding soul, a broken heart.

You took away all that I held dear,

Your fake love tore me apart.


I will go on, death can not kill me,

As it can't console my agony.

Loathing and hatred make me immortal,

And nothing can ever set me free.


                                                       -Harsh Trivedi.



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