Say no, no to any sort of discrimination.
But demonstrate you not violently
Under thew banner of the anti-racist movement,
Talk you of civil rights definitely
But it does not ask you be uncivil in your behaviour.
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Where are you going,Going,Girl?I with Ganesha,Ganesha,Will you?O Gipsy Girl,Gipsy Artist Girl,You give, give meYour Ganesha!Yea, yea, you give,Give me the rewardFor my labourAnd I shall.
As I Sat Alone By Blue Ontario’s Shore
And its blue shoresAnd skiesUnder whose canopyLies he dreaming,Taking visionary glidesFloating and floatingAnd gliding far,Slipping intoNostalgia, homesicknessHe has for AmericaAnd its Americanness,Plucking a leaf of grass,Green grass,Piping and singing,Singing the songOf American democracy.
I will not remain,
Nor will my poetryAs things last it not hereAnd this want IThinking posterity,The younger generations,For what fault will they have to suffer,For my ego, hypocrisy, self-pride?
You are my life, Radha, your are my life, Radha,
Radha, Radha, Radha keep I calling,you are my life, Radha, you are my soul, Radha,You are my heart, Radha, you are my spirit, Radha,How to live without you,How to dream without you, Radha?You are my life, Radha, you are my life,You are my blood, Radha, you are my heartbeat,How, how to live without you?
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