The reality bespeak the remorse that shall
Pencil in the misery from fate to faith
And when faith and endeavor come to be pal
I shall, in the holiness of humanity; swim and bathe
As the high Himalayas, my pride shall mount
By my acts of truth; far-fetched as the plains
Where crops of progression shall grow and count
The worth of every child that worship: the bravery stain
Art workshop “Beyond Blood” by Untold Period Stories

Hallelujah! The hymn of colors I shall chant
If acceptance a vision, and unity the culture
For my mother land second to none, this I know, this I rant
And never had it been, I’m sure, a corpse to a vulture
When the uniqueness illuminates a lustrous mirth
The pages of memoir I shall unfold
And pen down my imaginations that came to earth
As I shall unravel, the legacy untold!