The Search Within(a poetic take on the nation)

Who
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Which dream is this, that is unfolding

Whose blood is that boiling
Whose breath is that full of fire
Whose steps are faltering but holding
Words that are smouldering
Heartbeat that is emboldening
Whose steps sound like an army marching
Who is this awakening
Whose thirst is to drink a river
To tell the truth yet deliver
Whose wounds strike a melody
Intensity that melts an eternity
Whose shade is as magnificent as sunshine
Whose blood thick ,soup-like
Who is this with bones in his lips
With words fixed and crisp
Who is this moving on even in his sleep
Let me look within
Is this impudent one me?
The turmoil and rousing is in me perhaps
Self belief is what I am discovering