(057) Revolution Poem by premji premji
(057) Revolution
Two Rose plants were
Given to Gandhi and Lenin.
They bloomed...
Mine is white,
bloom of peace,
Ganghi sighed....
Mine is red,
bloom of revolution,
Lenin smiled.....
Never-ending journey
From one slaughterhouse
To another..........................
They call it revolution.........
Ultimate liberation.............
Doctrines may be varied,
Blood remains red!
You remain dead........
Yes; peace remains dead...good thematic write with fragrant symbols inside...10
very true...revolutions are time bound and gruesome....i don't believe in 'lead' revolutions taking place outside or inside
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8/24/2026 6:55:53 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
True reading the ending lines are the truth seemed to happen after every revolution red or white regards sandhya