Two rebels.
One road.
We walk alone -
But our hearts, bonded together, real strong.

Two souls.
Caged in the miseries of life.
Still, we forget the past -
'Cause all we want is this fine youth, forever to last.

Two creatures.
Walking through the sunny fields.
They don't care what the world says -
For they know, that their companionship is here to stay.

Even in the darkest hours,
They won't lose hope ;
Instead, they will hold on tight,
And scream these words "We hail, We live" without any fear or fright.

                             - Anurima Mukherjee