We have inhaled many airs of our choice,
With most, we were prevented to voice
Our hopes and wishes, our dreams of riches,
All abandoned over the years in the ditches.
In the time that's remaining, let us choose
To breathe pure air that will surely suffuse
Our cells with clear thoughts, new passions
To spend the little time left in our rations:
Make something of our lives from the nothing,
Inspire praises that our off-spring would sing!
Re-breathe!
Sanjib Basu 