The die is cast,
The route is set,
I will go on though nothing is left,
I move on, marching onward
my eyes never dulling for I am looking forward.
Let no one be fooled, or else fool me,
The worst thing for you is that I am free,
I will flourish, rise I will, you’ll see,
Though your selfishness had grounded me.
My dharma rises like a tidal wave,
Until it towers high above your measly grave,
Now that I have broken your callous embrace
My freedom ensures you are no longer in the race.
Vadhan 