ಮೋಡಾಚ್ಛಾದಿತ ಮಧ್ಯಾಹ್ನದಲ್ಲಿ ಅಮೆರಿಕ ರಾಜತಾಂತ್ರಿಕನ ಕಾವ್ಯ ಲಹರಿ

We will not be quiet, Lord.
We will not hide
In books, under our desks,
Lord. We will not whisper
In the rowdy street.

We will hop
On our "three-wheelers",
On the morning express,
Wheel up the ramp
And fly
Beyond the limits
Of our comforts.

We will explore again,
And find ourselves
Lost again. Yet,
We shall hold our hands.

Yet, we shall love
our neighbor.

Yet, we shall stand
On our dad
And mums shoulders
And play yet again.

Let us now honor our dead,
The Earths dead.

Let us not tremble.
Let us not be quiet.

Let us not stammer
Through a million
Emergency sessions.

Let us talk
To the bird in the tree,
The bird in the sky.

Let us sing as a flock,
In congregation,

We will
and shall
And can
and must
Not
be overcome.

Let us walk out tonight,
Tomorrow, and sing

We will
And shall
And can
And must
Not
Be overcome.

Let us go to the films
On Saturday,
To worship
Any day we wish.

Let not these
Burning towers
Be our metaphor.

Let us honor our dead,
Yes, and let us
Build and rebuild
Our metaphors.

Indran Amirthanagam, September 26, 2001