Guided,moulded with principles
Of times yet to come
Steering,mining, exploring
The dewdrops, midst the grime,the filth strewn
Her wings outstretched
Voicing opinions to be considered
Coursing the frenzied mob behind
To the fore
Splitting down the impediments holding us down
Let us push open the door of
Tomorrow, so different
In true forms resplendent
With hues forming the effulgent bow!
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