I felt that I m Brave,
but one day I saw a grave,
it was of a slave,
who was wounded by a wave,
He loves the dove
and peace and love,
He fought for the nation,
having winning sight as destination,
On his face people can see a proud,
which can stream out the crowd,
He lived for the nation
and died for the nation,
with a great imagination of free nation,
but people listen his story just for the sake of interest
but not accept the true motivation,
The grave was in tears,
seeing the nation -a corrupted dear,
and people living with fear,
The grave hold a white rose,
and tried to say that love my soul,
and leave the bloody fear,
but still people continued
and said-"and make a grave by my near..."
