Sunday, 8 November 2015

The Revolution


A loud voice of an intelligent intellect,
Not a noise from halfwit. 
A fire in every abandoned citizen,
Not a subject under a police baton or a gun.
A great invention in nature’s lab,
Not a witchcraft’s magic in shadow lights.
An inspirational thought of a writer,
Not a scribbled paper in the hands of mad man.
A painful tune from a singer,
Not a chirp of cricket in dark night.
A movement from a great leader,
Not a coward’s street play.
A maker of a colorful life,
Not a breaker of law.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale
06/11/2015

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