Nirma March

For night never really did took place,

For light and hunger took its place,

The time before the sunrise we headed off,

Mocking and talking all along,

Laughters fill up the streets of night,

With a hint of mockery and all,

The tea and biscuit was only to fill up the thrist of hunger,

Then we decided to head back,

Till we change our path to way home,

Singing the nirma march through the silent roads,

Light flashed but we never stop,

We march with song in our heart,

Dare could anyone could stop us all along,

For 10 there was and till end 10 there was,

For the not happened night has ended its run,

And sunrise is now on its way. . . . . .