I have truth and no force
You have force and no truth
You being you
And I being I
Compromise is out of the question
So let the battle begin.

You may club my skull
I will fight
You may crush my bones
I will fight
You may bury me alive
I will fight
With truth running through me
I will fight
With every ounce of my strength
I will fight
With my last dying breath
I will fight.

I will fight till the
Castle that you built with your lies
Comes tumbling down.


Till the devil you worshipped with your lies
Kneels down before my angel of truth. 

a poem by Bhuchung Sonam, an alumnus of M.S. University, Baroda. found it on a TOI page