When hunger stokes fire
Million footsteps join in millions
Million close-fisted hands gather in millions
Million voices shout in symphony of millions
And I see you red amongst the millions
As you hold aloft the shining sun
Like a painter painting the whole sky
And thousand rose petals sway in fire of pyre.

You are not just a colour
You are the sweat and blood of the millions
You are the revolution of the hungry millions
Million colours paint you red
As if blood fears no death, sweat flows on
When empires crumble at the toll of the bell
You stand upon the heap of silence
As hunger feeds hunger in glory of peace
Your sky expands like a stretch of your dream
And you wear the shroud of a roc bird.

I see no other colours
When there is a bowl of good harvest
I see the revolution of the millions together
Million of colours paint you red
And I see you amongst the millions of hunger
I see you red in riots of all colours
As you turn red again and again
When hunger stokes the fire.

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