There he was
As common he may seem
With intentions ain't so common
He dare to dream
Maybe his means were low
High ambitions did he sow
Pledged to rebellion
Spurting the battalion
The indomitable spirit of his
Seemed like a divine bliss
His eyes-fury as red
Spoke of his passion
To crush those who fled
And for the poor,held compassion.
Scores of processions
Taught him few lessons
Of terror and oppressions
Tried hard to stir the sleeping masses
And at last
People woke to their senses
Acted upon their grievances
Protests,marches,barged in
The flame of revolution still lurchin'
Since then,years have slipped by
Into the history,none eyes did pry
Rose the ranks,only the sly
In the race,others just fell by.
Now,
His roof dazzle with stars
For security,he got no iron-caged bars
For few
In the courtyard,flowers bloom,riches boom
For him,it still seem doom.
Broke and lost
Unable to take further jolts,
Relatives gave in
Looted of their last saving
Broken trust,friendship and promises
Haunt him like nemeses
Testimony of his golden dreams
Echoes the hollow beams.
Hills cry,plains bleed
Who planted the seed
Of race,caste and creed?
Of high and lower breed?
Notions of harmony,peace and love
Poisoned by crimes,thy greed.
With deception your forte
Plans of development you did abort
Concealing thy self,shrewd and sly
Now,to your powers,others comply
With power in your hands
And money in your banks,
The image that you paint
Letting others believe you're a perfect saint.
Still the rebel wanders
Maybe in search of wonders
To wipe out the corrupt and vain
Still undettered,despite pains
Leads groups of strong-willed brains!
