Revolution Poem by Aftab Alam

There was a village
Above the hill
Into the dark forest
No light they ever seen
They feared the light

One day it happen so
A child rubs the stick
That burnt and gave light
At his surprise, became bright
Feared he, of his blindness
But nothing happen to him
It became a game for its mirth
He determined to light the earth

He called a ghastly to all children
Away from the senior brethren
All rubbed the stick that gave flame
That burnt age old faith with no blame

They called it a revolution
They were revolutionary