Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken.
jis tarah mahv-e-safar ho koi virane mein
aur raste mein kaheen koi khiyaban aa jaye
chand lamhon mein khiyaban ke guzar jane par
samane phir vohi duniya-e-biyaban aa jaye
kuch isi tarah se hai yaad ke tum aaye the
Yado Me Hamari Wo Bhi Khoye Honge;
Khuli Ankho Se Kabhi Wo Bhi Soye Honge;
Mana Hasna Hai Ada Ghum Chupane Ki;
Par Haste Haste Kabhi Wo Bhi Roye Honge...
I'm very disappointed in Barack Obama. I was very much in support of him in the beginning, but I cannot support war. I cannot support droning. I cannot support capitulating to the banks. I cannot support his caving in to Benjamin Netanyahu. I think many black people support him because they're so happy to have handsome black man in the White House. But it doesn't make me happy if that handsome black man in the White House is betraying all of our traditional values of peace, peoplehood, caring about strangers, feeding the hungry, and not bombing children.
For the time of towns is tolled from the world by funereal chimes, but in nature the universal hours are counted by succeeding tribes of animals and plants, and by growth of joy on joy.