We have come to conquer hearts, not lands - we have come to erase misery, not identity - we have come to instill equality, not slavery.

Mad Wind (The Sonnet)Turn into a mad wind,And blow away the rigidity.Now the savagery must end,To do that we must rise as almighty.Turn into the monsoon rain,And wash away all sickness.Whenever a crisis arrives,We must step up shredding all weakness.Turn into a purifying wave,And smoothen the thorns of argument.Whenever rises differentiation,We must become the bridge without bent.The world is unstable and feeble with insecurity.We must be its strength offering our soul as stability.

Service begins where the self ends.