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As Sky filled with scorching beaming rays..
As if wondering about world's cruel plays..
A young brave warrior stood mighty with bow..
As crowd came questioning on his caste so low..
Who are you they asked young man...
How dare you dreamed of being in the clan...
Which caste do you Oh Son belong...
A Charioteer's son... I have done no wrong...
I came here to live my dream along...
Whispers galore soaring high tides...
Kill him ..he has chosen wrongly this time...
When thousands don't even bother trying...
Kill him.. for he has dared to dream...
Where dreams alone are forced to scream...
Kill him.. for he has travelled to other side...
The one where he belonged but had no right to reside...
Mr And Mrs Parshuram
