Revolution Has Born Itself Poem by Bidindra Basumatary

With the season's request
In winter as dew fall on blades of grass
Sparkling bright
Revolution-that has arisen
On their callous request

Whose request is though not
As pleasant like season's
By stiff and rough calls and commands
A fresh warm revolution has arisen

Disgust and refuse are clear in histories,
Attempt to cease deceives
All been noted on heart and back
Of white sheets

With them all, a warm revolution has
Arisen in our heart
To strive with cost and right of life
With the desire to live and evolve

Chased and killed like animals
In the trap of lie
That emarged revolution

Subjugated again and again
That emanated revolution for freedom

Revolution is not done by our will
All those reasons has arisen
The revolution
In our hearts