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The visions of the daughters of India Are not bleakOr repressedBecause those visions if undressedDrag the traditionsAnd holy ones blessedInto the clear light of todayTo crush the machinesWhich enslave in povertyThe millions without propertyAnd break the castes supporting The broken leg of authorityCrush the iron fist of oppressionWhich murder transgressionTo rise as oneUnder a burning sunThese are the daughters of IndiaFrom their garret windows, bedroom sills and basement lights, the poets and essayists observed the Eastern Skies bedazzled by the Indian sun and wrote of a new tomorrow of oblivious hope, beauty and love.Beyond here lies the essence of the spiced dreams and scented schemes of those who observed the skies before the sun finally rose on a new tomorrow.This is an anthology of contemporary India that you will have rarely seen before.Namaste.