An Innovation

Tyranny and offression have laid
Us low today, but, brothers, fear not!
yonder is god’s big hand wielding weal!
What have you to fear, oh
Prisioner, though we are wretched,
Abandoned in the darkness around me
Life that has freed itself
Will surely enough reveal itself
If only your quest of truth be maintained
Why this lament, oh brother,
The good old day that we have lost
Will dawn again in india.
This land that has been turned
Into a desert, trampled and parched dry,
Will blossom again
Into a garden and smile.