“Time and Tide,
Wait for none”
They say,
It is time for us to run,
Running could be a ‘mission’,
For some, merely a fun.
Euphoria may have begun,
Beware of any hidden gun;
Check your steps, emotion.
Centuries’ old suffering,
Not to be undone,
Ground realities can’t be shun;
Remember the resolution,
The ‘Margdarshan’!
Of December, Ninety One,
Our own place under the sun!
Protect thy illustrious roots,
O, my younger generation!
Reiterate the resolution,
The ‘Margdarshan’!
Victory will come, We are one!
No room for any delusion;
Exiled Pandits, numbering a million,
Panun Kashmir, the destination,
Our own place under the sun !
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