Friday, February 11, 2011

I am Revolution...

Am born in the blood of the oppressed,
 
In the veins of the poor, I start to flow;
 
 The hearts of the depressed have my throbs,

 The wounded egos give me a beaming glow.

The injustice always thinks , I have died,
 
The repression considers , I have no choice;
 
The savagery never fathoms my depth,

The brutal regimes try to silence my voice.

 I wait for my foes to mend their ways,
 
 I exhort them to behave with a human grace;
 
 But their arrogance stands as a stumbling- block,

Then with every silent sigh, I increase my pace.

 Slowly, I leave my abode in hearts and minds,


 And come on the streets to show my might;

 Like the seething sea under the scorching Sun,

 My simmering discontent gains its height.

 Fuming with rage, I become a tempest,

 My frenzy makes me totally blind ,
 
 What I will do, I am unable to foresee;

 None can anticipate my colour and kind.

 Wait for the time when my fury ends,

 Horrific trails of ravages, you will find;

 Luxurious palaces will be lying in debris,

 ‘I am revolution’, I have lost my mind .
 
 

No comments:

Post a Comment