Revolt Poem by Murali Sappa
Revolt
Yesteryears seedling was I
In the shade of the Banyan tree,
Rooted firm, now am rebelling.
I didn't know how crooked this shade was
Till my friends withered out.
Now my tender twigs carry swords,
And my buds blossom into bombs;
Shivering with ecstasy -
I sing the morning song of revolt.
I now aim at this banyan tree,
Birds! Proceed singing the song of victory.
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