"I am not sure what kind of issue it is or why people are "for" or "against" reciting this song "vande mataram"... but I do know it has nothing to do with the way we live our day-to-day life... the days of freedom struggle are long forgotten and the song at this moment does not invoke any nationalism (at least in me) at all... I do not know why people make such a fuss about something as unimportant as that. How many of us even know our actual National Anthem by heart is a serious question.
Its too crude and too subtle an issue to incinerate people's minds when we have much larger and much graver issues at hand. But as usual our politicians want something to distract public attention from their misdeeds and so a stupid ploy as this surfaces.
No one speaks about how we should improve the standards of living of those myriads of people who are in murderous clutches of vicious cycle of poverty, ignorance and day-to-day molesting. We as a people should alienate ourselves from such issues and work in a direction that demands peace, brotherhood and progress in terms of providing everyone with at least basic needs, if not all the luxuries of life.
Whether your religion allows you to recite the song or not is immaterial, and even if it allows, how much that song really matters is another issue.
Guys, just forget the whole thing and start working... Bonne Chance !"

Grim death took me without warning

I was well at night

and stone-dead at nine in the morning...

Someone said I am alive
Saying it again and again
I am alive
I am saying it with convection
Over falsified presumptions
Of a Teutonic enthrall
With covenant of panic
I say I am alive

As we lie beneath the stars
and as the dewdrops form cover us all
And I feel the growing distrust
Of the life that sings a swansong
All along

A push to the stars
and a pull on the water
and a straight blow
consumes whats left
even a president can fix it now
With nothing but broken records
What if its too late now
If I was then I would leave
But I am still very much alive

Yes I am alive
I am alive

The Unforgiven

Never free
Never be
So I dub thee unforgiven
You labelled me
So I'll label you
So I dub thee unforgiven
With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man strugggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away-eay
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN
They dedicate their lives
To runnning all of his
He tries to please THEM all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee UNFORGIVEN

Let Me Breath

Let me breath all the air that belongs to me
'Cause my belief in righteousness of thee
Let me take a deep breath
Let me fill my lungs with life
Let me open my eyes
Let me create my world again
For the last time

The air is too fetid to sing
And I can't keep aghast so long
The illusion must die fast
Or let me strangle it at last
I crush the flower and call it a day
'Cause I can't foresee my own way

I want to fall again
But this time I want to have the pain
I beg for your hidden cruelty, your meek majesty
It is better than perverse piety, or even oblong obscenity
To sense the impending death alive again
With a heavy breath to revive again
With your eyes wide open and your mind closed
Helping this soul to fly again

I want to feel the magnanimity
And the youthful joviality
And the versatile morality
And the succumbed serendipity
And the verbose animosity
And the sober fecundity
And all that I can breath
When I live in this fraudulent society
And call upon myself flexible mediocrity

Oh please! let me breathe for last time
How eager I am to pretend too sublime

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