Dedicated to Amit
( A victim of ragging)
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http://www.noragging.com/video
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Ever since I gained my wisdom,
My dream has been my freedom.
Along with years of hard work,
I went through seas of pain.
New people I would meet,
But no teachers I would greet.
Few believe what I say,
But I'm here to stay.
A new world awaits me,
My dreams call for me,
With pride I embark on my way...
Its the song of my life,
Some happiness and strife,
Is this all reality?
Oh, Its hard to believe...
My head fought with my heart,
For a man, was it just a start?
Beaten up in a fearful game,
Lost my clothes, what a shame.
It's okay, many thought,
But my honor did depart.
A year above, all in name,
To guide me through, as they claim.
Mirrors reflected a slave,
Crystal balls, an open grave.
Couldn't gear with life's ways,
My dreams began to fade...
My dreams began to fade.
A new world awaits me,
My dreams call for me,
With pride I embark on my way.
Its the song of my life,
Some happiness and strife.
Is this all reality?
Oh, Its hard to believe ...
Its the time of the year, again,
Revenge I could seek, and gain.
But customs have to change,
Coz I...
Feel the pain...
Yes I can feel the pain...
- Above lyrics are written by
Abhinav Malhotra
Karan Chatrath
Vaibhav Malhotra
http://noragging.com/
Words that help express feelings, emotions, and relationships.
Monday, July 14, 2008
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