• _pritha_ 5w

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter ,twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still,like dust,i will rise
    Just like moon and the stars
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high
    Still i rise
    You may shoot me with your wordz
    You may cut me with your hatefulness
    But still,like air,i will rise
    Out of the hut of history's shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that's rooted in pain
    I rise
    I'm a black ocean,leaping and wide
    Welling and swelling I bear in tide
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a day break that is wonderously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave
    I am the dream and hope of the slave
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise
    _anurag garg