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Here where Corruption is in full potency
Here where everyone roars but not dares
Here where nothing seems to change, but
Here where Insurrection is really imminent,

Who will initiate?

A spark we need to light the fire
A champion to herald the race with pace
Something will happen when the time is ripe
Someone will emerge when the field is set.

A born crusader, a stern persuader
A strong reformer, a staunch Gandhian
A social activist, a native soldier, ushered
‘Anna’ from no where, but now everywhere.

A saint like person with a serene demeanour
Turned fierce and fiery when urged to proclaim
The nation’s intense call to wind up the frauds
A notion he became, as the nation salutes!

Fastened to ‘fasting unto death” to undo evils
Hastened the motions, by bending the hoaxes
He is the nation’s face, unmasked and untainted
Nothing is hazardous, for Hazare the wondrous.

Once frustrated, he thought of ending his life;
Later rejuvenated, by the words of Vivekananda,
Once enlivened, never looked back but battled
With Gandhi like patience and perseverance.

Now a germicide to political and social weeds
A timely threat taming with a tranquil weapon
A knight for patriots, a nightmare for traitors
Our nation’s passion, our salient spokesman.

It is a beginning of millions’ aspiration
It is a movement of millions’ stimulation
It is a revolution of millions’ participation
It is a culmination of millions’ compassion.